Which is what I'm eating right now. Velvet cake, that is. Did I mention my mom has quite the knack for baked goods? Because she is. I am not very hungry but I needed something to satisfy my sweet tooth (teeth). Anyway...

- I had an eye exam on Thursday. It was at the student health center on campus. My vision apparently hasn't changed too much in four years, which is good, I suppose. I'm not really sure how reliable they were though. A few friends have told me that the optometrists provided less-than-accurate results. Alas, what can I expect from a five dollar exam?

The fun part of it was the field of vision test in which I had to follow a red dot that would intermittently pause, at which point a certain number of green dots would flash, and then I would have to click (I had a clicking device) how many green dots I saw. It was essentially a video game for me. I was pretty trigger happy though and I might have clicked the button even when there were no green dots. Still, I loved how supportive the machine was. It gave a few "You're doing great!" remarks.

- My classes are none too exciting so I end up scribbling lots of random things in the margins of my notes. So behold the mash of my in-class scribbles. A friend attempted to psychoanalyze me through these scribbles. I would suggest that you refrain from finding deeper meaning lest you enjoy bloody noses and/or potential aneurysms. Not to mention there isn't much depth to it. Boredom just takes interesting forms.

- So I've gotten to know people around these parts. I have a reputation of some kind built up (#1 NuThreadless). People sort of know me. This is all quite wonderful and everything, but I must say, I am a little on edge about it. Sounds strange, I agree. However, I have joined several various online communities in the past, and in every single instance, the community essentially imploded on itself mere days after I got to know people. Perhaps I am some kind of an omen, a harbinger of Internet death. I don't know.

But don't implode on me Threadless.

We are the music-makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.

Or something to that effect.

The song on repeat: Madeline - Sleeping Dogs

Love and Peace