So, this afternoon I found out I was going to Seattle for the weekend. It should have clicked two weeks ago when my dad asked me if I wanted to go to the Jimi Hendrix museum. It should have clicked a week ago when everyone else in my house was talking about it. It definitely should have all fallen into place when Andrew Hanevelt asked me if I was going to Seattle last Tuesday. I remeber answering "no, I don't think so..." while privately wondering how he could possibly have gotten the idea I was going anywhere. The bubble I live in is a happy place, and it takes some persistence to break through the haze which clouds facts from getting anywhere near me. Like when I was going to pick my mom up at the airport and I realized she had been gone. Then I got the universal comment from all my teachers at the conferences: "Smart kid, but he's not organized and badly needs to respect deadlines". This, however, is not my fault. My agenda has no February, March or April, so how can I be expected to remeber anything? (it has two May, June, and Julys, so I will be twice as organized later) Of course, that would only make sense if I used my agenda instead of scribbling all sorts of useless phrases all through it (What exactly is "euphoria for the pedestrian"?) Anyways.