Chewey would make a kick-ass drummer...

It was brought to my attention that I haven't updated in awhile, and as I can't sleep I decided to just write about some stuff that's run through my head lately:

I noticed that sometimes I'll worry a specific person won't like me because I'm Jewish. It's often in a situation where I really know nothing about the person except something like their nationality or religion. There is an Egyptian man in my summer class and even though I have no real reason to believe he'd have any ill-will towards a Jewish person, when I found out he was from the Egypt I automatically wondered if he would dislike me because I'm Jewish. This doesn't only happen with people from Egypt or middle eastern countries, sometimes it happens with Catholics or Muslims or just anyone who I have even the slightest reason to think they wouldn't like Jews. I wonder if this is some kind of crazy reverse racism? Should I worry about someone not liking me because of my heritage simply based on their heritage? The world is crazy and I think I've been infected.

In other news, my mother just woke up and asked me an obnoxious question about something I didn't want to think about. Mm, that's what I get for living at home.

I'm doing laundry at 6 AM. I realized lately that I don't pay much attention to what I wear and just kinda throw things on when I go out. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. I've also noticed that most of my wardrobe has become very plain boring things that I bought because they easily go with anything or for a previous job. Now I fear throwing them out 'cause...they're things I can wear when I'm feeling lazy, which is all the time, because I can be. Vicious cycle!!!

I've gone to Rutgers twice in the past like..three days. I think part of the reason I hated going down to Rutgers so much before was 'cause it was usually only for parties, and I'm not really a party person. They're alright, but I don't usually leave feeling like, "Yay, I had a great time!" but more like "I'm glad I got out of the house for awhile". Probably because I usually only know one or two people at those parties and there's lots of drinking, which I don't mind, but people then think I'm really weird because I'm not really interested in getting wasted. If I'm just hanging out with a few people, watching TV or going out to eat, I have a lot more fun, which makes me want to go more often. The drive is still a pain in the ass, though. It's just far away enough to be annoying.

That last paragraph had an insane amount of pointless commas but there's no way I'm going to try and fix it.

My Spanish teacher said that Math and Grammar are very similar, and I really don't get it. Math is math. It's right or it's wrong. Grammar has like a million different exceptions and often changes with the time. Plus, if you use the wrong form of "your" you probably won't end up exploding something. That sometimes happens with math. I swear.

I can't find my nail clipper which is so not good. I think I could probably use my big toenail as a weapon currently. Mm. Ladylike.

I think I'm almost at the point where I really need a haircut. Sigh. Spending money on something I usually end up hating for the first three weeks I have it. Oh well.

Extra random: Very often when I'm listening to a new song in the car, I'll think about whether or not I'd want to put it in a movie if I was a director and what kind of scene I'd want to match it with.

Now that I've written some of this crap down, maybe I'll be able to sleep. Like in Harry Potter when Dumbldore has too many thoughts so he just takes some out of his head and saves them for later...

....Right. Harry Potter references = time to try sleeping again. Good Night (morning).

(edited 'cause I mistakenly said Egypt was the in the middle east, but it's in Africa...good thing I'm not in geography)