Oh, carry me home, fast car you're the only one for me.

Jason says that I need to lose the Saturn. Jason says that I need to invest in a ZX. Or a bunch of other variations of letters and numbers that I do not remember.

Jason says that girls will not like me when they find out I own a Saturn LS1.

Jason says this every day, at lunch time.

I haven't asked around yet, to find out if it's true or not. About girls being elitists about cars. I bet that, if and when I do ask, they will deny it.

I don't know if I will go to the car dealership this weekend. I think that a ZX car is expensive, but I am not sure.

At any rate, I don't think I will lose my Saturn LS1, because I am not done with it yet.

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This morning I woke up with bug bites on all of my exposed skins and parts of my body not covered by blankets. Which means my neck and my biceps and a little bit of my forearms. I don't know why just a little bit of my forearms, and not a lot of my forearms.

I do not know where the bugs came from.

Except that I did sleep with my window open last night.

I do not know where the bugs went. I did not investigate to the fullest of my abilities, but I did not find any obvious evidence of bugs infiltrations. I have a screen in my window.

It is January and I have twenty bug bites.

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I have decided that tonight I will make my first foray into the downtown Orlando area. I must seek the company of the meek, amidst the bustle and cigarette smoke of an indie rock club.

Orlando lacks feebleness. Everyone is bold. Or maybe that is just what I have decided to think. I should make friends. Friends who are not cocksure, and do not get upset if they cannot think of a proper opinion at the moment, maybe later.

Yesterday we ate lunch at Firehouse subs, and there were televisions playing the inauguration. And after the president was allowed to continue being president for a godawful amount of time again, a lady behind me stood up from her chair and clapped fervently and shouted "woo-hoo!".

I did not act surprised, though.

Maybe she doubted that he would get through it as successfully as he did, and was extremely relieved, with all of the essence of her soul, when the ceremony wrapped up without any issues. I dont know why else.

Maybe people like to have other people pay attention to them, even if none of the other people know their name and would not necessarily care to ask for it.

Attention is like a girl who likes you for your car, I think. Temporary and shallow, and ugly things like this.

Anyway, tonight a band called "Aloha" is playing a show.

Why not?

I am listening to Art Garfunkel. Nobody can sing a phrase like "frosted fields of juniper and lamplight" like Art Garfunkel can.
And then she said "Not the red baron not charlie brown think i got the message figured another pilot down and are there devils with halos and beautiful capes taking them into the flames taking them into the flames not judy g not jane jane jane with a hollowed heart i see that screen go down in the flames with every step with every beautiful heel pointed i said not the red baron i'm sure not charlie's wonderful dog not anyone i really know just another pilot down maybe i'll just sing him a last little song many there know some girls with red ribbons the prettiest red ribbons."