So I'm sitting here listening to Ben Harper. It's 3:06am. Yeah.

I keep drifting in and out of moods of sleepiness and complete awakeness. Right now, I'm completely awake. I wish there was something cool to do right now. I have no school or work tomorow, so it really doesn't matter too much how late I stay up, which is really nice. At the same time, I have to be considerate of the others in the house and keep myself quiet.

I've lately discovered a new love for Ben Harper, it's some seriously great stuff. I've never not liked it, but I was never really into it. Howerever, as of late, it's been in HEAVY rotation. Another band popping into my collection, The Flaming Lips. These guys are just cool. I really like their song "Race For The Prize" check it out if you can, it's good stuff.

The other day I was reading Tiff's blog which I hadn't done in months(sorry Tiff), and stumbled upon an old post about "home." It got me thinking about where I am right now, where my parents are and how I really don't have a "home" to go home to. They bought a place in San Luis Obispo that I've never even seen. The house I pretty much grew up in, back in Redwood City is now inhabited by some weird family. There's some kid sleeping in my room, the room that I have 17 years worth of memories in (moved into that house when I was four.) Somebody is sitting in the same backyeard that I had a 7 day BBQ & Beer bonanza last August. Someone is taking a shower in the bathroom with the extra tall shower head that the plumber installed specially for me when we remodled. Someone else is sitting in the family room where I watched Mr. Wizard, Pee Wee's Playhouse, He-Man and a slew of other great TV shows. When we first moved into that house, I was four. I had no real attachment to the old house, I mean, I can still remember it, but not much. The house in Redwood City was "home," and now, it's someone elses' home. My new home is here in Eureka. I like it. It's nice, it's cozy and it doesn't have parents. At the same time, I know it's completely temporary and that in less than two years, I'll be packing everything up again and moving on to greener pastures. I guess it's the lack of security that bothers me so much. When I moved up here, I had to pack up everything I had, because I couldn't be sure anything I left behind would be there in the future. So right now, my room is cluttered with all kinds of crap. Stuff under the bed, stuff in the closet, stuff on the shelves, stuff on the floor. It looks like a rumage sale gone awry.

Not sure where any of this is going, but somehow, it feels good to get it off my chest. Tomorow the goal is to get some of this crap cleaned up. Organization will prevail. I have a filing cabinet and plan to get all the loose papers into it, or into the recycling bin, the latter would be prefered, but when it comes down to it, I'm a big ol' pack rat. I just recently got rid of most of my highschool stuff. Still have my Biology binder though. That thing is a full 5 inches thick and was the reason I was a biology major for a year. It's here. on the shelf in my closet, along with my 8 million baseball cards.

OK, time for something else. If you read all this, sorry. I'll get something more interesting up here soon. Now go download that Flaming Lips song, it really does kick ass.