I need you to disprove my theory of the crows...

My sources for my paper are excellent and yet I am terrified to start writing it.

My friends Steve and Kevin are going out to Lemon Grove tonight to check out Deadfingers (Taylor Hollingsworth from Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band and his wife) and I suppose I will go with them because I don't have much else to do.

I could sit at home and slowly drive myself insane by staring at a pile of books on the floor. Or I could go out and try to have some fun and socialize. Maybe meet new people so that I stop feeling randomly stale in the meeting people department. Kind of tired of feeling like I'm just floating along my social circle. I feel like I don't have a spot to fill in. I'm like a loose proton or something. Probably because I tend to become randomly reclusive and hide for a few days at a time.

Honestly, I also haven't had much luck in the going out and feeling like I actually belong anywhere. Even my apartment makes me feel like I'm in transit. Like I'm waiting for the next bus. Like I'm just waiting for a different scene.

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Lindsey: That always reminds me of John Cusak in "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil." I want quirky friends.
Megan: Uh, (points at self) you have those.
Lindsey: Oh yeah, that's right...I forgot.

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Student in my upper division history class: Why didn't the Portuguese just use the native population [when they conquered South America]?
Megan: (shock) WHAT?!?
Everyone in class: (stares)
Megan: Oh I don't know, smallpox? bubonic plague? leprosy? typhoid? The Columbian Exchange was not  benign despite the euphemistic name.
Professor: (laughing)
Megan: I'm sorry...that was mean.
Professor: You teach this class better than me.

Oh poor sky, don't cry on me. 
Did somebody break your heart again? 
Are you gonna fall apart again?