dancing on the eyelids.

i have more to say on the whole honesty and self awareness thing from last entry but it will have to wait til i've had more than six hours of sleep.
i'm listening to sufjan stevens and feeling wistful. his music is slightly wistful. the lyrics from one song are "i can see a lot of life in you" and... i strive to be very alive. to be somebody who pulsates with life. of course we all do, but some people. including myself, sometimes. are a little zombified. we get tired. emotionally. physically. we slide through thickly instead of smoothly or with zest.
monk bought the old kind of deoderant. (he'd switched) and everything is right in the world and my nose.
how likely is it that i will do my java homework in the mountains? very unlikely.
i feel like there are some meaningful things that are floating around the edge of my brainpan, but they are just staying out of sight. like when you close your eyes and chase the little amoeba shapes that dance on your eyelids.

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