Photo Hunting

I want to go have a day where we can have a picnic somewhere and take pictures until our memory cards run dry. I want to have another date with you, my darling. I love it when we're holding hands and laughing about the stupidest things because we're such kids. I miss free days. We'll take out cameras out for a trip soon, right? Pretty please! :)

Here are a few I dug up and wished the day was more agreeable so I can take my camera out from hiding.

I'm looking forward to that 3-day weekend! Irvine is a horrible bubble to be stuck in. 3 more weeks.

Insomnia Hits Once Again

I should just nickname it the IHOA syndrome. Sort of meta since insomnia is already a sleep disorder and it being frequent for the stressed is already a syndrome...whatever I'm rambling. My only two pennies for tonight are

I have a green thumb again! These are going to sprout into zinnias. Pink flowers I hope! I think I have better luck with growing things from seeds instead of caring for a fully grown plant. RIP Lorelai and Fu Man Chu. I don't know what I'm going to name these lovelies just yet.

And as for these minuscule beauties, I forgot how much I loved quail eggs. They're a lot sweeter than chicken eggs and they go great in salads, soups, you name it, it can be in there! I saw a picture of a French quail omelet and it just looked delightful. They were a good addition to a salad I had for lunch last week so I thought I'd snap a photo.

Right now I'm working 2 weeks ahead on a paper about ethnic identity and plan on blogging about "un-racing" our society today. We had a long discussion about it last night in lecture and it definitely ruffled a lot of feathers. I love classes like these.

Tsk tsk

The generations after us are all going to turn into psychopaths, not sociopaths. Psychopaths. Compulsive, sensation seekers that are going to take over when we turn old and gray. There isn't an ounce of morality left in you and traditions or taboos in our "old-fashioned" culture no longer exist. The lines between every boundary are shrinking and we are overlapping. Guilt cards aren't a way to keep the ducklings in line. If they don't feel guilt, then fear may not work either. You feel guilty in fear of some sort of consequence. There are expectations. If your actions are meant to hurt others or to purely benefit you, then guilt isn't there. We're raising a bunch of rocks. Rock solid stones.

I'm disappointed and have lost more respect in you every time I hear new things about what you've been up to.

It's May!

I also just realized that it is no longer April. When did May 4th come around? The quarter system makes it so easy for time to go by this fast. 10 weeks soon becomes 4 weeks left in the term. I have yet to blog about

• How YouTube had notified me of copyrights violation with the Lorien video I posted 3 years ago & that I could take it to court with UMG.
• The 404 is my favorite podcast because it gets me through the day.
• My thumb is turning greener because I've been able to keep my zinnias alive.
• Watson actually dying about a month ago and Holmes has grown to be about 3+ inches.
• And how grateful I should be with what I have in my life right now.

9 Mo' Years

I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. They have been a bunch of minor ones. I just hope they never come true. So last night I dreamt that there was no record of me going to elementary school. The school district gave my parents a call and said that it was a mistake for me to be in college since I didn't have proof of basic education. They tried to have me start back at 1st grade even though I was capable of acing through every task they gave me. I had a talk with the principal and he talked to me like I was 5, saying that if I keep this up, they'll just hold me back until I had to be in school for another 9 years. I also met a bully that tried to punch my mom in the face. I confronted her and chewed her out (not literally). The bully resembled someone oddly familiar. After this goose chase about trying to figure out if I was stuck in the past or not, I called it quits and saw that it was 6 am (real time). This was some sick dream because I didn't find this funny at all.

I woke up finding myself sleeping faced down and thought I had dislocated both arms and my neck. Worried that I'd injure myself staying that way, I flipped over and thankfully felt the sensation of blood rushing through those parts of me. This limbo between sleeping and not sleeping is killing me. Hence my cat-like sleeping habits.