Okay, I am back in my dorm. For the first time ever, I actually cleaned up my closet. And was it messy. Random junk strewn all over the place. Forks and spoons unwashed. Whoops...I think I forgot to bring dishwashing soap. I'll have to depend on my roommmate's bottle for now. Yet...after nearly ten minutes of exhilirating cleaning up, I have succumbed to the attraction of this glowing screen once more.
It's strange. My right hand...feels oddly weak. Too much bad posture? Mouse hand? It's shaking...omg!

My planned mindless jabber about life has disappeared. So unfortunately today you won't hear anything about that.

I had another weird dream/nightmare today. Yes, it was another dream/nightmare about relationships. Actually now that I think about it...what makes a dream a nightmare. A vivid, discomforting dream? Probably. I dreamt that I was being asked for a hand in marriage. I don't exactly remember to what effect caused my major discomfort...but I woke up gladly to reality.
Bad bad overactive imagination.

I intend to actually do my psych hw and perhaps work on my English essay (on solitude, of course!) while my younger sister will wander the streets of San Francisco. She is starting the application process. Bwahahaha, there is major suffering for her. I remember me suffering a lot around this time last year. And yet, I only applied to the BIG four. But my sis is smart...she will get away from home.

I finally have a hot little package from Comdex. The badge is so cool. It has my name in big letters. If I don't go, I'll think I'll have it displayed over my bed.

Time to organize my side of the room again...