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I think I’m broken.

In other news, I am very likely the only person who finds apples sexy.

I’m not talking about computers, either, though those are sexy too. I’m talking plain old garden-variety, grown-on-a-tree apples.

Does anyone else feel like when you take that first bite of a fresh apple, you look somehow sophisticated and just a bit more attractive? I like the taste of apples, but I’ll admit, i wouldn’t seek them out as much if I didn’t think they made me look good–at least for the first couple bites. Then you get to biting around the core, and all the skin and stuff gets in your teeth and if you’re not careful you end up with applejuice running down your cheeks. Then you lose that sophisticated and attractive boost. But still. Apples are sexy.

Also, my dream cycle seems to be beginning, and I may or may not be talking in my sleep. My roommate hasn’t noticed anything, but there have been two occasions where i’ve woken up and the last thing in a dream i was having was me yelling or shouting or something, and I can’t tell if i said anything in real life, too. It would be odd stuff, like “STOP THE CAR!” or junk like that, even though during that particular dream it would have been more explanatory if I had yelled “I’M BLIND!” I distinctly remember not yelling that in my dream or otherwise.

Lastly! My roommate, the illustrious Scott Johnson, is running for Orchard Hill Senator in the SGA. Check out the campaign website.

He’s awesome. Vote for him.

Mikah, you complain about looking bad while dancing all african style and stuff.

Look at me attempt. And fail.

So there. Camera was all shakey, too. Just goes to show you how much I was attempting and failing to move around.

Now, for a little bit of amusement, a drawing I made for my good friends Josh and Christie.

I think it turned out pretty well.

Alright. Here’s the song.

( Listen )

I’ve been less reachable by electronic means recently. I assure you it isn’t because of death, murder, kidnapping, personal trauma, or scurvy. Well, maybe scurvy.

Really, It’s just been too hot to run a computer. Too damned hot. My computer runs at a pretty high temperature, and actually has a pretty major effect on the temperature of the room. My Laptop runs a little cooler, but any heat it does generate sits right on my lap. This is not cool either. Therefore, in the interests of not sweating like a pig, I’ve been leaving the computer off.

I came home this weekend. Those of you that didn’t know, it’s not because I love you any less, it’s just because I didn’t tell anyone. I told one person before I was already at home, and the person I told was a person whom it was fairly unlikely that I would see. That being said, I saw her, and it was cool. The other people that found out mostly found out by accident, except for two. Dad said something about me spending too much time with friends anyway.

I did ductwork, too. And laundry. And got all the stuff i need for school.

My computer hung the other day while I was just finishing the song. It’ll be here next time.

Ilymm, may serenity be thy cloak.

~tchau

PS: This post was started yesterday, hibernated, and finished today.