ramblings of a beggar...

     funny how you can be surrounded by people, even those whom you call friends, and still be completely and hopelessly alone. though i guess i'm not entirely alone, huh? but there's something to that whole "being able to see them" thing. so how do you make it in a place where you don't belong? ah, there's something to explore in the wishing well. assuming i ever get back to writing it. goodness, i suck at life. so things are falling apart. or i am. can't really tell the difference. and while it's not exactly a fun thing to experience, i'm kinda not really feeling it anymore. apathetic may not be the right word for it. i don't really think that i'll ever get to that point--to not care at all. i think the problem is that i care too much. but i can pretend not to care and it makes me feel a little better. i gave plasma today, or at least that's what i'm going to blame this funk on. i can't really use that as an excuse, but it does drain you for a while. it's been so long since i've been to this particular center that they set me up as a new donor, meaning new donor bonuses, so i was happy about that. went and got something to eat to celebrate. now i have to do homework. but i want to read and write. not schoolwork. starting to think that canada might not be a bad idea after all. or mexico. either works. always wanted to go to oaxaca. friend of mine told me that the guelaguetza (a festival) there is absolutely awesome. i think that's only in the summer, though.

     why is it taking so long for artemis to realize that minerva is really opal in disguise? it's frustrating when you can figure out the book miles before the characters do. still love it, though. yeah, to heck with homework. i quit. who's with me? oh, right. yeah, i almost forgot for a minute. my bad.

     grain of salt, my friends. or maybe a block of it would be more appropriate. later, taters.