I just dug out my copy of Fahrenheit 451, and it was covered with some sort of ashy substance. Coincidence?! ... Yeah, prob'ly.

Professor: "So, countries claim to not have laser weaponry, but I think it's pretty likely that they do. But so far I think it's unlikely that they've harnessed lasers so that they can shoot them out of guns like you see in science fiction. I think it's possible, though, so maybe in the future those will exist."

Me: "What about lightsabers?"

Professor: "What?"

Me: "I want a lightsaber. Am I ever going to get one?"

Professor: "What's a lightsaber?"

(Pause.)

Me: "Have you never seen Star Wars?"

Professor: "No."

Me: "You're telling me that you're a physics professor, but you've never seen Star Wars?"

Professor: "I've never seen it."

Now I'll never know if I'll have a lightsaber.

Driving home from class, I found myself behind a beat-up white truck with a Texas license plate. On its bumper was a tattered old "BUSH & CHENEY" sticker. I found it ever-so-slightly redundant.

Why do they exist? Can't emergency exits just be regular exits?

This is something I think about a lot.

I have officially been accepted to UCLA. This is good, because I only applied to one school, and it'd look pretty lame if I didn't get in. I don't really want to spend another year in community college. I'm such an overachiever, haha.

I'm really excited. Seriously. Underneath all the "Oh shit, how am I going to pay for this?" and "I was already accepted, why do I have to do all this paperwork before I can actually go to school there?" is pure excitement. UCLA has a really reputable psychology department. I can't think of another subject (aside from musical theatre, but I have to do something practical first, right?) I'd rather study.

I'm kind of worried that the super academic atmosphere won't really suit me, but I think that sort of environment used to really appeal to me, so maybe I'll still be okay. I'm really burnt out from this mad-dash-to-the-JC-finish-line madness, but as long as I take it easy this summer I should make it.

Also, my cat found a mosquito, and he is being so cute right now. I'm thinking about getting bugs and setting them loose in the house just so he can chase them around. Or better yet, a mouse! Aww.

Steven: "God, who made up the rules to this game, anyway? Oh, I bet it was some guy from Texas."

Pinky: "Yeah. His last name was Hold 'Em."

My life is so dramatic.

I've always liked the idea of reincarnation. I used to read a lot about it, and something I find fascinating is how many children are quoted as saying things like "When I was a grown-up" not in some make-believe sort of way, but as if they are recalling a distant memory. I've heard a lot about toddlers saying things like "When I was a grown-up, my baby died" but I'm sure these situations can be exaggerated and blown out of proportion.

I babysit two children, Haley and Mason (who just turned four and two, respectively) and while Mason was taking his nap today, Haley asked me to paint her toenails.

"Do you like this color?" I asked.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. Then after a short pause, she said, "When I was a grown-up, I used to paint my own toenails."

I froze. "Really?" She nodded. I held my breath. "What else did you used to do when you were a grown-up?"

"I don't remember," she said sadly.

Damn.

4 am: Have a pretty strong understanding of Western Philosophy (final is tomorrow, and before tonight I had never really looked at the textbook). However, I consumed too much coffee and now cannot sleep. Damnit.

1. I just realized that I haven't written anything since November.

2. I saw Sweeney Todd a few weeks ago and it was awesome. I kind of wanted to throw up, but mostly from the overdose of totally-amazing-movie-musicality.

3. I completely finished high school, so I no longer have to worry about that. All of my college credits put me in my second year of college. I miss AOC and the teachers, and I'm actually kind of depressed, but relieved at the same time. I keep reminiscing and myspace-messaging all these poor people I haven't talked to for years. Seriously, can you imagine not talking to me for years? Torture.

4. I applied to transfer to UCLA for the fall semester. If I don't get in, I'm going to be way pissed, because UCLA is the only school to which I applied.

5. I got a MacBook. It is sex. I spend an absurd amount of time messing around with Photo Booth.

6. Interesting things don't happen to me very often. :(