the fifteenth of january.

tuesday;my eyes open at 6,turnoff my alarm clock and fall back asleep.

6.20; i am standing in the bathroom facing my own reflection and thinking about which face cleanser to use. the quotidian elements of repetative daily routine begin.

7.25 school begins, and i try to make the best out of it. i really do. nothing beats sitting in a class and listening to a teacher lecture for more than an hour. seriously.

3.20 i end up at the mall, with a tall caramel frap in one hand, and my oversized purse in the other. to my suprise, there is no jessica mcclintock here. i go home.

8.02 i leave my math homework incomplete and drag myself downstairs for a glass of water, only then to realize american idol is on. i am not one for watching people fail, nor for watching television, but its something about failure that gives life a fuller meaning.

11.58 i reside in the sanctuary of my room and decide i have nothing better to do with my life than blog. there'ssomething about the reasonofthought that compels me to write.

i can not seem to come up with a better word for communication, but i really like it.