It's 12:20 in the morning. In less than 8 hours, I start my first day of college. Two classes, 6 hours, an hour drive altogether. Yet, that's not what's keeping me up.
In fact, I have no clue what's keeping me up. There's no continuous thought running through my head nor a variety of thoughts that make me worried. No, instead, I'm thinking of happy things, great things, proud things, marvelous things, beauty in people and places and ideas, and yet, I can't go to sleep. I'm tired. The temperature isn't messed up.
Oh well.

I went to dinner with my father and step-mother, two people I haven't been in contact (excluding 10 minutes at DoaS) with for 3-4 years now. I brought Kasey along for the ride, and it ended up not sucking. There was some awkwardness. A lot of it. And the ever present mix-emotion from my father of being both proud that I'm smart, talented, whatever and disappointed that I'm not an athlete.
He gave me 200 dollars cash, which I immediately spent all of 65 of. Tomorrow, I'm going clothes shopping, woo....

By the way, the 200 went to a new camera, memory card, movies, and something else, so don't think I went all weird shopping freak on you.
Peace,
~Zaq