(I posted this for Amy, my roommate, who wants to know more about what goes through my head 
). So yeah here are just random things I think about and write down occasionally.
I have found that I write the best when I choose to write in lieu of other responsibilities. There is always such an incentive to procrastinate that when I do my writing is all the more enhanced. Like now, for instance, I’m pitter-pattering about on this page when I should be preparing a speech or finishing up an outline. I pursue life in this manner, a virtual flip-flop. It’s as if I’m walking forward with my clothes on backwards. But if I weren’t making order in this chaotic manner, my life would be rather dull I’ll venture. So here I am, scribbling and writing nonsense to no one in particular while duty is tiring of knocking on my door.
Would you think that I know, fellow college student, what goes through your head? Do you know how much I actually know about you? I know that walking is the best time for you to organize your thoughts, outline your papers, and prepare your speeches. With each step on the pavement a new thought sinks into place and “clicks” in your head. “Oh and yes,” you think, “I need to see my advisor about such and such a thing.” There are so many annoying details and prerequisites in your department and the staff doesn’t seem very helpful and it frustrates you. And as you walk through your college campus either soaking in your favorite latest tune through your ipod, or problem-solving your next class assignment or thinking about that special someone, you are so involved and absorbed in thought that maybe your friend walks by and might say “hello” and you don’t even realize it until they’ve past you and you think suddenly “oh wait someone just said ‘hello’” and you are embarrassed for not noticing. And yet thoughts mesh and clash and fade until suddenly you don’t remember the important thing you were trying to think about and as you get that whiff of food passing the dining hall you can’t resist. So you go in to eat and all your organizing of tomorrow’s paper simply is no more. Oh and there is so and so. “Hey Tom” you call out. “I’m doing good today, how about you?” As you see, I know precisely what you think about, for I am a college student myself, one and the same, for seemingly too many years of my life.
