I noticed tonight that the world has been turning
Busiest weekend of the semester. I got to stay from 2am on friday until 8am, and then I had to go back at 3pm and left at 7pm, and then return at 2am again on Saturday.. But I couldn't leave until 6pm yesterday, so yeah, I might stopped making sense some days ago.
I really hope this ends well, some needed coffee made its appearance and it helped me get through. It's kinda depressing staying at school to catch the sunrise two days in a row.
Today I'll stay home to finish other projects. The good thing is, we have only one week left of school.
These are some random pictures taken yesterday afternoon, when I was walking around school like a zombie.
Isabel and Marco fooling around with my cousin's (temporary) wheelchair
Me, waiting for the elevator to reach its destination on the 6th floor
Crazy chairs piled up against a tree
My temporary quarters
As I was driving home this morning, I was thinking how I wish I'd live in the 60's. I really liked that time filled with rebellion and people who actually cared and stood for their beliefs. It had me wondering if, like myself, people of the 60's wished to have lived in another time, maybe when they could feel more like themselves, but I really don't think so. Which only made me want to go back to that time even more.