the Dalaverse

While it was a perfectly fine idea to snitch Frosted Flakes from the dining hall last night, perhaps I should have covered it with something so it wouldn't go stale.

Ugh.

Well, I talked to my mother and she called me anti-social and I tried to explain the nature of college parties to her and she nagged and I said I didn't want to talk to her anymore and she hung up on me. But then I felt sick about it and called her back, and we talked for half an hour and now I can sleep because I know she's not mad at me.

And I cried. Again. About Snake. Among other things.

That's what happened today, or more accurately, tonight.

Oh, and Vanessa and I kick ass in Cranium.

Oh, and I ignored my instinct to watch "Camelot," which was my heart telling the rest of me what art I should lose myself in to regain emotional balance. You should never ignore those instincts, or at least I shouldn't. And I won't have time to watch it tomorrow because I didn't finish my religion homework, and now I'm going to bed with this huge gaping sense of unaccomplishment and loss.

Yes, because I didn't watch "Camelot." I can't explain the things that keep me sane. I only know that I need them.