I just realized that I hardly think about Bambi anymore. Obviously because I thought about him. But I was thinking about not thinking about him, so that only kind of counts. I think.
I also realized that when I do think about him, or even if I need to talk about him, it doesn't occur to me to actually call him Bambi anymore. I had to remind myself to do it when I started typing just so I didn't give away his true identity.
I feel like that's a courtesy to the people I talk about in my blogs, to not use their names. Anyone who already knows will know who I am talking about, but any random nobody trolling the interwebs won't. It makes me feel like I'm doing my part to protect those I love. Also, it gives me a chance to use the nicknames that I come up with for just about everyone. And who doesn't want that?
It probably gets confusing when I have multiple nicknames for people, though. I would guess.
It's three AM and I have to get up at seven.
Not only did I have a bunch of homework (didn't quite finish) and work-work (finished the important stuff) to take care of, but my wannabe A.D.D. flared up big time tonight and I 'tarded out listening to the Yoshida Brothers. Then my friend told me to listen to City and Color. On the upside I have some great new music. On the downside... Shiny!
I want to go dancing this weekend.
It smells like garlic outside. For no reason.
I mean, I guess that's better than cow shit. But, still. I hate Modesto. I love some of the people I've gotten to know here, though. And I love being two hours from Santa Cruz and San Francisco.
I still miss my mom and my dog and I miss working and not being a full time student.
Did I mention I have to get up at seven? And that it's three now?
I'm just going to fall into the world's shortest coma now.