Day 1

I'm attempting to combat my insomnia with a nightly dose of the online journal.  In these attempts, you might read some of the craziest stories of my life and then you might come across the dullest moments of my life.  Either way, if you have chosen to read this journal, you've agreed to enter the my mind.  I am not reliable for whatever happens to you from here on out.  So let's start.

"Sometimes my mind wanders away from me."  

This line has been a favorite of mine and it came from a song called Who Knows by Mike Posner.

By the way, I've been trying to create some poetry.  You can see some of them at AlmostPoetry.tumblr.com.

I've been coming and going to UOP (University of Pacific) quite a lot in the last month.  Driving long distance is a bitch when you're driving alone.  And sleepy.  But the reward has always been worth it.  Nothing could be better than a day or 3 with my other half, Cynthia.  And I say a day because I've driven to carmel to go to the beach so i could spend a day with her.  In the last 3 weeks, I've spent 10 1/2 hours driving to UOP and back (i picked her up from livermore and drove her back once). But at least I CAN see her now and then.

My last adventure just happened to be me driving back from UOP.  September 13th, I drove Cynthia back to UOP so that we could stay the night there.  I helped her finish her essay for her PACS class (whatever the hell that is).  We stayed up all night to finish it because she's a procrastinator and didn't get anything done in the 2 hours I was sleeping.  I woke up at 1AM and we got the essay done at 5:30AM.  We both thought that if we fell asleep, we'd just be even more tired.  Oh how we were wrong.  We ate breakfast, I came back to the dorm while she went to class.  I fell asleep, and woke up to go with her to lunch.  After lunch, I left to drive back home.

This drive was horrible.  As soon as I hit the freeway, I got groggy, but I was hitting 90 so I could get back ASAP.  I hardly dropped below 70.  45 minutes into the drive, my eyes got heavy.  I was singing to keep me from closing my eyes.  1 hour into the drive, I was shouting out random things to wake me up.  1 hour and 10 minutes into the drive, I was psyching myself up for getting home.  It may not sound so crazy to some of you, but you just had to be in the car at the time.  I knew I was doing it for a reason and I still thought I was insane.  As soon as I got home, I KO'd on the bed.  Didn't even take off my socks to get comfortable.  Yes, I slept with my socks on.  It was terrible.  I woke up still tired as hell.  Oh by the way, I left UOP at 12:45.  I got back at 1:40.  My new record. =]

Imagine it, a stock silver Honda Accord hitting 90mph and passing up a porsche.

Yo Le, I'm real happy for you and I'mma let you finish, but your drunk story was your greatest story of all time!  OF ALL TIME!

Oh Kanye, you can't be messing with T-Swizzle like that.  She'll come and bake you cookies at night man!

I do have an epic drunk story that everyone knows about already, but lets just put it on here so people can reminisce about it with me.  I'll save it for next time.

Sayonara Bitches! =]