philosophy is much more boring than i thought. scratch that. the professor i have for philosophy right now, makes things 10x more boring than they should ever need to be. maybe it's just that Aristotle was NEVER one of my favorites. oh well. we just started kant...rather self-indulgent and silly if you ask me, but whatever, i don't choose the course material.
i'm feeling kind of strange lately. i've got a lot on my mind.
i need a vacation. i need a drink. maybe i should start smoking?
nah.
i don't have the commitment to have a good, and serious dependency. i don't really have the devotion it requires to be an addict.
i have to take patrick to a job interview in a moment. it's at an art store, so perhaps if he gets it he can steal me some oil paint. i think painting would make me feel better. maybe? maybe.
i have a midterm today. i'm bitter about it.
i've been leaving my synth to sit in the spare room lately. i need to get a stand for it so i can play it a little easier. i need to start playing music i surely think that will make me feel better. anthony said he'd teach me more about midi controllers and whathaveyou.
i want to be like her.. only..she's a lot hotter...and a lot more foreign...hah..
xo
ps: aurora, if you read this, did you try to call this weekend? i went out of town.