Public Stream of Consciousness:a social experiment

Today as I was running, I thought to myself "Isn't this nice? What a glorious day."

In the same instant I almost got hit by a car.

And as beautiful as the sad, poetically licensed trains of thoughts of cynics and the "life sucks" minded people, the idea of discontinuing my presence on this planet on that medium is one that contented me greatly.

In my meditation, I've been working on invoking and evoking positive thoughts.

This is a small tidbit that I recall sitting in bed. This minor event from this morning. Other events, both bad and good happened today. Bad is not the right word...words are inherently negative in their claim of ownership over the object I guess... so i'll keep it. Anyway I'm not sure why this thought of this one event today in bed makes me so happy...but maybe that's what I need to do more.

"We dream in our waking moments and walk in our sleep"

Be ok with what you can't do, there is so much you can do

Surround yourself with people you want to be with

Keep moving forward: forward thinking!

it's okay, i majored in hypocrisy and double minored in flamboyance and mediocrity.

Merry Christmas people.

As school gets busy and the happiness train gets a little too crowded for my head to want to be on, blogging gets difficult.

so party people i'm back for now. quick fill in:

semester was good but hard.. still learning.

That's good though. If you're every happy where you are make sure you are not just comfortable. Often people mistake comfort for happiness. Thus, this semester I was good and uncomfortable.

It was the first time i realized i wanted to stay west. I realized this, but i also realized how or atleast i'm trying to be wholly alive with all my might.

Anywho, i'm home now. And struggling with the new routine I'm in. Working on how to be without and how to be with. For the time being, I am without a dear friend. I am learning how to be with this. Let me tell you, it is hard. In california, I hardly think of it. When I am here, where so much routine was... it is hard. 

Sorry for the ramble.