being without many friends, I realized the importance of myself, to myself. if this makes any sense to you, I am very delighted. but the thing is, it makes perfect sense to me. and while I am sitting here typing, click-clacking away on my dorm room floor, I listen to a song that makes me want to give in to my knowledge of what time it is. thank you clock in the upper right hand corner of this screen, I can see what time it is. but I think it may have to do with the amount of coffee I have been drinking in the last 48 hours that is keeping me up. on the subject, this also may be the reason for my lack of interest in studying for my upcoming midterm. gag me. I have no desire what so ever to buckle down and memorize ideas that will most likely slip my head very very soon. I would rather learn italian. it’s the one thing that I somehow find time to do, no matter how many other things there are to do. that and sketching. finally a release. last semester I was almost certain I was going to implode, explode, one of the two, either would have been fine to release the pressure. if no one reads this, fine. I would rather like that. for some odd reason, I decided to type and not write by hand tonight. ciao.
