i'm taking it easy this quarter. it's the end of week 3 and i've done jack shit, except for my lousy speech and that 1 homework which was graded so hard it wasn't even funny. so i'm taking philosophy 1 just so people won't think i'm a lazy ass.

it's a good class. philosophy 1, i mean. yesterday i learned a little bit about descartes. he said, how do we know that our bodies actually exist? that we're not lying to ourselves? that we're simply not imagining it and that it's really there? and maybe god is just deceiving us, making us think that we have bodies and not just dreaming about having bodies. maybe we're in a deep sleep and now we're dreaming and everything we see, feel, hear, etc is just a dream. the prof said this is the basis of the Matrix. and i think shakespeare said something about this too in Macbeth (life is but a dream").

it makes sense. i wish everything that's happening to me right now is just a dream and tomorrow i'll wake up and feel better.

but then, how do we know that our dreams are really dreams and that they're not the real thing. i've had some pretty crazy dreams and they all looked real. and in a strange (but of course, not literal way), some of them actually came true. i'm not talking about a rendezvous (did i spell that right?), but a dream that looked so real, i actually thought it was happening.

maybe i'm thinking too much, being too crazy. but i guess this is the price i have to pay for having a chill quarter.

but sometimes all i really want is a plain hershey bar. nothing more. nothing less.