An infinite loop.

Dear you:

I didn't post yesterday. I'M SORRY. Yesterday wasn't very exciting. I went to class. I went to office hours that didn't help much. I exercised, ate dinner, and did some homework. Then we watched a new episode of The Big Bang Theory and the last episode of Glee so as to prepare for tonight's new episode. And then I went to bed.

THRILLING.

Today was pretty much the same, but shuffle that order around a bit. We'll probably watch something (hopefully tonight's episode of Glee if it's posted anywhere) and then I'll go to bed. This is pretty much my daily schedule here at UCLA. But sometimes I sprinkle in random funtimes.

Throughout the day I have random thoughts that I think would be good to write about. But then I forget them. In the shower today I was wondering when the week started. On a standard calendar, the first day in the week is Sunday. But to me, Monday feels like the first day of the week, and Sunday feels like the end. Which got me thinking about what the "end of the week" means. Does it mean the end of the work/school week? Or the weekend? But can't any day be the beginning of the week, depending on your perspective? All weeks are basically an infinite loop, a never-ending cycle. So what we're talking about here is convention as opposed to what actually makes sense.

These are the trivial things I think about.