Well, I leave tomorrow morning for home. I'm excited for fortune cookies and riding my bike. You know, business as usual.
I thought of a few more things to add to my list of 52 favorite things, such as the sound an apple makes when you catch it.
On a similar streak, I've been thinking about my favorite albums. Here's what I've got (in no particular order): Weezer/Pinkerton, Modest Mouse/Moon and Antarctica, of Montreal/The Early Four-Track Recordings, Arcade Fire/Funeral, The Strokes/Is This It, Sufjan Stevens/Michigan, The Unicorns/Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?, Franz Ferdinand/Franz Ferdinand, Simon and Garfunkel/Greatest Hits. I love every single song on each of these albums.
You know, I've wondered for quite a while whether or not I'm a schizoid. I know many people have the tendency of exaggerating their traits or faults and then tagging disorders onto themselves. In all honesty, though, I'm not exaggerating anything about myself, and it matches up. The thing is, I don't think it's a disorder at all. I realize it's not normal. But it's just me, and I like the way I am, normal or not.
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