Helping other people stumble home is just about the hardest, most tiring activity - begging them not to fall asleep on the side walk, begging them to get home, and begging cops not to arrest.

I cannot wait to come home friday. A weekend of leisure awaits me before I have to come back to Santa Cruz and do everything all over again.

This was suppose to be more in depth on all the trillion little things that have changed and/or have happened in Santa Cruz but maybe next time.

got a hairwrap at havenhouse. now its time for bed.

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my mind is restless but it won't focus on one thing.

homework? no thanks.

food shopping? i can last a little longer.

return movies? the library is closed on fridays.

goodwill? maybe.

hang out with simon? he hasn't answered yet.

drink coffee downtown? i'd have to incorporate homework into that.

read? i need a book to read that isn't tocgueville, marx, or weber; i'd feel guilty reading not things homework related.

bake? maybe an apple crisp.

i should just bake something. i'll just bake chocolate chip cookies.

i'm getting stressed again.

midterms for classes that are moving at an alarming rate, that blinking red light on the top right corner of my phone telling me that someone somewhere is trying to get my attention, my stomachs growling because i don't want to go to safeway, i'm burning a hole in my wallet because i just wanted some beer, and finally i truly dislike fourth of july.

luckily for me this weekend was filled with chris, beers, bars, and ellen degeneres.