Things I want to remember for later

You need a book before you can toss a book out the window.

Phil, the friendly germ. (Don't be misled, Phil is a girl and her name is short for Philipa.)

Sometimes, maybe it doesn't really matter what I want.

The older I get, the younger I feel. Less adequate, like I'm severely lagging behind in common sense rules. The more I learn, the less I know; the more I realize that I don't know the core of the things that matter, only the frill of the issues.

I think that's it for now.

Misplaced time that may as well be published(in the loosest sense of the word)

I'm so restless, but with no excuse. I have reading to do for my literature class. Finish reading the snippets of Illiad that made it into the anthology, aka class textbook. I have an econ test on Tuesday, so I can keep studying for that joker. Now that I've started typing, I want to go back to Econ after an inexcusable time on facebook. A few things hinder my progress, and by that I mean I'm distracted by a few things. The house is a mess, so I periodically tidy up, but in the process I find nifty art things so I stop cleaning to paint small wooden ice cream spoons, and then arrange said spoons into fun shapes and affix them with glue. Then, of course, I find this inexplicable urge to check my email. Often. Also I have a sinus infection. That's not terribly distracting, though. Oh, and I almost forgot about New Moon, which I started reading earlier today. Before that I was fixated with Twilight. Sometimes the television cuts in and wins my attention.

Goodness, I have laundry to do.
I want my hair to be longer.
I think I'm going to sell a majority of my t-shirts. I have too many.
Yes, econ, I hear you. I'll be with you in a minute.

Good night.