"But dreams are nothing more than wishes, and a wish is just a dream..."

That's from "The Puppy Song," by Harry Nilsson. It's at the beginning of You've Got Mail. It gives a good introspective start to an introspective post. Today was so humdrum and depressing. Productive, but humdrum and depressing. I completed my last paper for historical methods, explaining how I'd write a research paper on kabuki drama. So you know, that was good. I spent a total of probably around 6 hours on it today. My eyeballs hurt pretty bad after staring at books and computer screens all day. I ate dinner with Emily, this girl I have befriended. You may recall her, she's the Star Wars trombone girl. And she told me of this salsa dance thing with these intense Cuban people at 11:00 tonight. And she told me to go. So, I of course got all excited, and planned on going. So I walked over there, and Emily didn't show. I mean, I basically went because I wanted to dance with her. And I don't know if I have feelings for her or what, but I really wanted to dance with her. I didn't want to dance salsa necessarily. In fact, I've never been that hot about salsa. But yeah, that was depressing. Then, on my way back to my dorm, I ran into two friends of mine. And one of them was like, half drunk. Anyways, we went to Marty's (on campus cafe), I drank a chocolate shake, the other guy drank chai, and the half drunk guy drank mocha. And we all talked about how depressing the evening was, and how bored we were, and how it would be better with girls, and stuff like that. And yes, it was depressing. The whole evening was just like, eh. Do you ever just want to yell, "People, pay attention to me!?" Throw all the humble shyness and all that crap out the window, and just have people care about what you do? I don't even know why I'm ranting, because I know no one reads this thing. There's a good example. You just want people to care. No one really cared tonight.