thenine

I found a hole in one of my favorite pairs of pants. I'll probably hold on to them for a while, wear them around the house and then pitch them when I finally get off my ass and go out to buy a new pair. But for now I dug up an old pair of pants I havn't worn is maybe a year or so. So it's all good. Still, I hate throwing away good articles of clothing.

I'll be going to school today, hauling the whole operation down there to work on a lab report with my group. I'll probably be so bored I'll be checking SG fairly regularly. I wish I could just stay home today. There are losts of things that I could do here. Ah well, such is life.

Ever wonder is someone else is dreaming the same dreams? I always wonder that when there is someone in my dreams that I havn't met before. Where did they come form? A simple chimera of faces/memory? Or is there something more tabgible to the world of the dreaming?

I ought to learn how to spell better.