Woke up to a dangerous thought. I hadn't renewed my library shit in a while, and for one item, it was a while too long, as the fees obstinately pointed out. Those little bastard dollars, flocking back to my workplace. But whatever, it's pay-day, if only the wee hours, and I'll get them back in multiples.
It saddens me how much I rely on money. I'd like to think I'm totally above it, and honestly, I am rather flippant with it, but I literally can't afford to be like that at the rate I'm going. I need to move out, preferably by early '10, but I'm a filthy spender and I'm usually broke. Not a stellar combination. Maybe I should invest in lotto tickets.

All that aside, today was a good day. I hung out with my cat this morning, drinking coffee on the patio and listening to the Beatles remasters that I've managed to download. She loves the Beatles, always boppin' her tail around to some mad Ringo beats. I love the way the new shit sounds, it's so lucid, you can pick everything apart from each other thing, etc. It's just a masterful reworking of a beautiful symphony into the beautiful parts that make it, but as a whole, the songs still work.

Went to school. Went to class early for the first time; huge mistake. This is an education class, about teaching and shit, which I supposed to mean that I would be taught about the way people learn, the way people are learning, or being failed in that capacity, etc, but it's so badly organized, it seems more like a shoddy life lessons class. Today I learned about time management. I would have managed my time better by going to the UC campus and chain-smoking, which I made up for by doing just that immediately afterward. Met Gregg, went to the eucalyptus groves near the entrance from Center and Oxford, smoked, talked. We're going to see Alanis Morrisette ironically; think about that for a few seconds and tell me if the bitch could put it in her song.

We parted, and I went to class again; 4 hours of modern literature, which is my favorite topic to spend 4 hours mulling over, incidentally. We read Joyce; I like him. Portrait is a really interesting book, especially considering I don't know much about my Irish background, and it kind of clues you in to the history and the culture, though through the aesthetically skewed perspective of a young Joyce. It's a good read.
Left class; there were cops outside, questioning some black men. It's interesting that even in such an ethnically diverse community as Berkeley, a good 90% of the pigs are white. I mean, their reputation precedes them, but seriously, perhaps the status quo has just held on too long. I didn't hang around, just walked up the street, passing bums, saying what's up. Shot the shit with one, selling a street paper, "nickles, dimes, even a quarter folks, only if you can afford it, help the homeless." Got on the train. Trains are strange places. This rings truer now that I have no music player to listen to. People will sit right next to you in obvious reluctance, after craning their necks to peek into the other cars for a free seat. It's like "Fuck, I took a goddamn shower, doesn't smell like you did, but sit down anyway." It's sad and pathetic that people can't even talk to each other any more. This has all been talked to death, and I'm guilty of it myself, but shit, it's just really weird.
Got home. My mother is preparing for a writer's circle trip up in Tahoe. I'm stoked for her. I've read little of what she's written, but it's pretty good. Maybe it's just because she's my mother and I can't properly evaluate her stuff, but I like it, she's a smart woman.

Anyway, going to sleep. Class in the morning, then work, then partying time. Molly + acid, should be fun.
Time to do it all over again, living for the weekend, aaaoooowwwwwwww.