Norwegian Wood

I just--literally a minute ago--remembered a girl from a class I took the summer before entering college. Her name was Emily, I think--she was a little heavier than average, viet, loud, used vernacular language and always informed me about how much she drank the previous weekend. I also became friends with her friend, who I remember wearing a beanie and had long bangs. So we sat together every class, the three of us: an alcoholic, a lesbian and a nerd.
Emily was such character. She wasn't the brightest, wasn't the prettiest, but her presence was unmistakable. When the professor talked about how many calories per gram were in alcohol, she balked and laughed, HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHERE I GET ALL THIS FAT FROM HAHAHA.
On the last day of class she said to me, "You know, every semester I meet one cool person." She left the classroom and I saw her smile and wave from the window. I don't remember if I waved back. But that was one of those moments you feel happy about people...I want to meet more people like her.

SOmeitmes I just

float around in my mind. A lot of what's recorded here are fragments of it.

perhaps I should flag them and craft stories. maybe...

LEVEL D

Some people live in a way that I just can't understand. I'm a very specific person that likes only specific things. This hard core drug business isn't really my cup of tea. I'm moderately liberal but I get nervous with anything past LSD. Intravenous drugs give me the heeby jeebies.
I'm a little attached to this band and I've relaxed my mind with them a little so it's rather a shock to read about the massive show of debauchery at its originating coop. I don't understand the way that they live. I think that these people are very intelligent people, I just can't understand the way that they want to put themselves out there just for the sake of fun. I must be a very serious person in contrast. Actually this goes for the majority of college students. I'm drawn to the way that these people live. Yuppies, whatever. Like them I believe in art, organic living, recreational drugs for spiritual moments, meditative yoga and good spirits. But I would never bring myself to immerse in this kind of living. First of all that's not the environment I'm used to, I don't like obnoxious, I HATE obnoxious, I like personal space, and I'm caught up in the educational system...and I'm terribly self-conscious. I'm not really sure what to make of this. But say I just threw everything out and joined this living. What would you make of that?

i;m back to save the universe

What is creativity? What does it mean to be creative?

I can safely say that in my life I've honestly liked two people. Gosh how hard a thing to swallow.