the time has come...

for an awakening.

brushing my teeth

In hopes of being productive i have resorted to procrastination by brushing my teeth three times this morning. It defines a new meaning of pathetic.

Expectations

They are a fickle thing. You have them, you don't necessarily want them. But you need to fulfill them. I am feeling strongly that my expectations have not been met for the past few hours, in general life things. But when they are, you feel happy and complete. I expect to have another boring week full of debating class attendance and work effectiveness. And I expect robots will emerge from inside acorns and demand to know where Bobby Fisher is. One of these will probably fulfill my expectations, and one will not. Only time will tell.. we shall see.