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things have gotten better, primarily because its friday. and there is 20 days until spring break. 10 weeks until summer. i have somewhere to live next year, and i have my show outfit for team. if only people would grow up, then i would be satisfied. fishy is developing a complex i fear, due to exposure to an inaddiquate home environment. i try to console him the best i can, but i believe he is going to need a therapist. good thing im taking pyschology, i will charge him a lower rate seeing as i am still an undergrad. home beckons me this weekend, and i will happily comply. but i find myself in fear of speeding, as a result of my antisipation of valentines day gifts and a warm bed to lye my weary head. time seems to be evaiding me, and i find myself stumbling to catch up. life has become a blur of familiar but scary colors. day in, day out i walk the same path, unaware of my surroundings. but the warmth of summers rays are still prevelant upon my memory. and they keep me looking forward. sleep has become a placebo escape from reality. while class an occupation of time. the same time that ticks without my permission, but leaves me unable to scold it in absence. its surprising the comfort of friends, a home away from home one must admit. but im finding that my only home for the present must rely soley in my heart. for that is my only constant here. i let people in, and there i hope they stay, but the key is well hidden, so if you please, dare not explore.