one of my biggest problems is that i want to be in the moment so badly that i can't think of anything but that moment--except, you know, when i'm thinking about stories and dialogs and possibilities that sound better on paper than in my head.

so that's why i skip so much class. because i walk out of my room and BAM! there's everyone i live with (and they really are the best people i know--even though we sometimes clash and everyone has their flaws, right? maybe.) and we begin talking. it can be about the dumbest things ever, about something small like how we should really start eating better while we feast on rainbow chip frosting, but i always stop myself and think that these are the moments that i will remember. i'll never remember that lecture on Franco and the different reasons why he won the civil war. i won't regret skipping that class. but i'm going to remember talking about our ludacris game.


and that's why i'm sitting here, capturing this moment in words, with a vodka and coke by my feet and jtim playing on the stereo all loud-like. because tonight was one of those nights when i looked around the room and realized that there's really nowhere else that i'd rather be--or anyone else i'd rather be with. and those are the moments that life is really made for, the things you should look for [because the only sin in life is unhappiness].


sometimes--especially when i'm walking--i always wish that my mind could capture things perfectly. i looked around the table tonight and thought that--that it'd make a perfect movie.

but enough of that sap. time to go drink some more.