It's been a while since I posted, so here's something fun for y'all.
I was just reading through an old journal and I found this gem:
I believe in dreams. Not in the weird, mystical way...but in the sense that a lot of times they have a lot of truth contained therein. I've woken up knowing how to tackle a computer science problem or knowing that a conversation must occur, etc. Earlier today, I awoke from a nap and I was very sure of something. And then I listened to see what was resonating. And it was "bisexuality is being the green octopus." Go figure.