sleep vs. awake

the line between sleep dreams and awake reality is blurring more and more for me these days. when i sleep i am a vivid dreamer. trying to differentiate between what is dreamt and what is lived seems like an obfuscating task. and then i wonder, does it matter? if i recall a memory as though it were a lived reality but was actually a dreamt fantasy, who is gonna be my judge of truthiness?

guilty as charged

i am excited for the new Vans store to open up at park place mall.

have you checked the mail today?!

baaaahhhhh i am checking my mailbox obsessively everyday awaiting acceptance/denial letters from SFSU and roosevelt university...please come soooon!! i can't stand this dreadful anticipation any longer!

F 35

from google images. this plane has been brought to the davis-monthan air force base in tucson, az. this base is less than 8 miles from my home. today is saturday, a beautiful day in the sonoran desert, and it is also desperate time i need to study and write papers. this plane is just doing circles around tucson, particularly directly over my house and neighborhood. can i even describe how loud this plane is? it is so loud, my desk rattles and walls shake. i cannot hear myself think. it is frightening, actually. is this the smallest taste of what war sounds like? i think so. the F 35 sounds like war. it does not make me feel safe. the F 35 instills fear, leaves it lingering in the air. the noise it makes, the sound, the vibrations, it is too much. please go away. you are not only scaring my cats and dogs, but you are also scaring me. tucson opposition to the F 35: click here.