So, as usual, I've been bad about updating this thing. Since I've had some complaints, and I feel like unloading, here I am. I'll skip over most of life since my last post, since it's been fairly mundane, and stick to this past weekend (including Halloween).

Halloween was a lot of fun. The first part of the day, I managed to oversleep, which was okay, because I needed it. Then I had to run to Van Nuys and sit in a courtroom for a few hours for a class project. I have to go back tomorrow afternoon and finish up still. After that, I actually got to have a life. I went ahead to Jen and Rob's place, where we all met up to get ready for Halloween festivities. We all got into costume, and then I drove (what else is new?) to Hollywood. We went to the Silent Movie Theater on Fairfax, to see The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. It was great fun, although the drive back turned out to be hellish. I ended up getting about 2 hours of sleep, which is where the weekend really started.

Friday mornings, I have an 8AM class, so I had to get up, drive to Moorpark, and come home on almost no sleep. Ordinarily this would be fine, and I would just collapse in bed, but this weekend I had to fly up to the San Francisco area. Why, you ask? Because I was "asked" by my grandparents to be present for my uncle Steve's surprise 50th birthday party (held on Friday, even though his birthday was actually Thursday). I was, to put it mildly, not happy about this. I have had a ton of schoolwork this weekend, and I really wasn't interested in flying up Friday and flying back Saturday. As it turned out, I ended up driving back on Saturday, which made the whole thing even more exhausting.

Fortunately, the party turned out ok. There really wasn't anyone my age, and I spent most of the time talking to my brother. But it was good that we made it, and I think it really meant a lot to Steve that everyone was there. The big neatness of the party was that since Steve's crowd is still mostly pretty hippy-dippy (he used to be the ticket manager for the Dead), there was much neat peripheral stuff. I took advantage of the free palm-readings and tarot. The best take I can get from the reading I got is that it is time to move on past Moorpark, and not get stuck because of my own fear of failure. That, and that I shouldn't even be worrying about relationships right now, because it's not the right time in my life. I don't know that I entirely agree with that, because my sense of loneliness feels almost tangible lately, but I figure I just won't worry about it, and what happens, happens. The key advice was that I should be listening to my head, not my heart right now.

Practically speaking, what this means is that I plan to send in my transfer application to UCLA before the window closes for the next school year. This means I need to take care of this by the middle of the month, so that I don't cut things too close.

Today, I spent the entire day vegging and decompressing (necessary after an 8 hour drive with my father), and unfortunately it means that I will be scrambling to get work done in the morning and tomorrow night. Oh well.

In other news, I have been offered a job tutoring next semester for my philosophy professor. I'm not sure if I can take it (I definitely want to), as I'm already considering dropping at least one of the classes I TA for. Damn. Otherwise, school is going well, although I am doing things far more last minute than is really good for me.