It's been one of those days.

Hulu.com isn't loading, and I'm determined to finish watching season 2 of Arrested Development tonight.

Here's something I wrote in the Batman mini notebook Lauren gave me that I meant to post last week:

"The crazies on the bus wouldn't let me enjoy the scenic bus ride. The crazies downtown, however, are apparently repulsed by unshaven legs. I spent the last couple of days at the beach and forgot to pack my razor. I wish I had stumbled upon this fact while I was still at Miami Dade. Would've saved my the hassle of ducking whenever I saw the familiar yet un-friendly faces.

On a side note, I felt a stronger sense of independence riding the bus than when I started driving. Strange. This one guy kept eyeing me at the bus stop. We end up sitting near each other once we get on, and he continues to stare. Suddenly he throws open his bag and takes out his Bible. He then proceeds to read it while intermittently looking up to see if I'm watching. This led me to the following conclusions:

(in order of least to most likely)
1. He views me as temptation and is looking for a passage or prayer to get him through this.
2. He's trying to pick me up by playing the "Christian Boy" card.
or
3. He's decided that I'm a spawn of Satan and is trying to figure out a way to kill me. "



I started this entry hours ago, in a sour mood. 1 AIM conversation and 2 late night phone calls later, my day has significantly improved. I need to stop panicking.

I've been craving attention lately.

I feel as though I'm turning into a bad person because I can no longer tolerate people. There are some people that I just can't stand to be around, which is natural of course, but recently it's an instant feeling. That's not a dilemma.

I had convinced myself that I was tired of people bringing up the fact that I'm leaving to England and all the attention it gathered, but I was merely fooling myself. As usual, I love the attention. And lately I've found myself bringing it up whenver I can like, "Oh man, how am I supposed to watch the superbowl when I leave to England." You know, inane comments like that, which I'm sure are see-through. I wish I could figure out why I'm like this so I can curb it. I need the equivalent of Zantrax 3 for attention cravings.

Driving home I saw an old man in a beat-up Cadillac watching a Cops episode on a screen he had attatched to his radio. But I once again did not see a hooker on 8th street. I'd like to see at least one before I leave, I no longer count the one I saw walking home at 9 o'clock in the morning.