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I suck at economics. I understand it in my head but for some reason something doesn't connect with my fingers and into the quiz formats. IT is hard to stay awake while listening let alone reading it... Lord Help me.

Other than that school seems to be going well. I am enjoying myself for the most part. But I am going to start to have to knuckly down.

So why did I Start writing this? What is the point to this particular expelling of words? Simply that I felt like writing. I haven't been writing as much as I want. I always am like that though. But for the moment I was feeling inspired and a moment of pretty pure pleasure made me feel that tingling in my finger tips that aches to write. And not the type of writing that I should be doing like... oh lets say... Micro econ? No the type that makes those who read this wonder what am I doing with my day?

It feels like fall today. Chilly and bright. I keep thinking about marriage. The thought of what I wanted my wedding to look like cradled my head in a fog of unsurpassed dreamy sleep. I know that if I do get lucky enough to have a wedding then I want it to be in the fall. I just really really do. And then to spend my honey moon in either italy or greece. I wouldn't mind being married in the spring either, but fall just thrills me to no end. And I would love it if my wedding colors were burnt orange and a gorgeous wine red color. I am dreaming...

So why is econ in the dream? It must be a nightmare. *screams* Oh well. Daydreams make the day go faster.

Bennie has a birthday this weekend. 20 years old. Finally. I am doing it with a batman theme and i am so excited for him to get here on friday. We didn't see eachother this past weekend... which had me thinking about Hawaii.

In Hawaii I had a man read my palm. He was old and tan and wrinkly. I sat down on the side of the street on a pretty dirty green and orange pillow and gave him three dollars. He looked at me and smiled. So He took my hands and looked at them both. He traced them and then proceeded to tell me that I had been struggling with sickness since I was young but when I hit the age of 20 I would become much healthier. He told me I am a dreamer and if i chase those dreams I could change the world in unexpected ways. "You are artistic in a way, your mind paints pictures your hands paint healing". That was my favorite thing he told me. It thrilled me. Concentrate more and like anyone else you could be happier than you think. Your life has been hard but you will change it. I asked him of course about love and he frowned. You crave it but you are best when you are left to be independent. That is when you thrive, but you will be fine either way. Love is not as important as being free to you.

I gave him five more dollars and walked away. I have always thought that I needed love, which I do in certain ways. But when left alone I always remember what that man said because i love being by myself or just simply left to do my own thing. It is really fun and productive for me. But it doesn't mean I don't want bennie, just maybe I don't always need him like i thought.

I am sleepy. Econ is so boring. I wish that my brain could drag down the beautiful clouds it is playing in...