Sitting, waiting, hoping for a change.

[mikedawg002]

I'm sitting alone in my room with my laptop on the window-sill looking out at the Drexel shaft and the people walking below me like ants. I feel almost like a uni bomber, as if instead of writing on livejournal i'm really looking over the blueprints to the city of Philadelphia and plotting my revenge. Maybe it's because the room I'm in is empty and dark and there are a couple of pizza boxes thrown around, or maybe it's because I'm mad but anyway before i started writing my papers for Italian and American Literature I thought I'd warm up my fingers by writing. I've been doing a lot of research lately on the human mind, genetics, psychology, and sexuality for no reason other than I'm just interested in the subjects. I almost feel obliged to write some thesis or paper on my findings and conclusions, hah. I guess all the time reflecting by writing papers and studying literature and other subjects has left me with a thirst to know more. I think I've read more books over the last ten weeks than I read in one year of high school.
In other news, I need to find a job and fast. I have no money and I want to do stuff over the summer. I want to enjoy a least some of my summer and not be stuck at Drexel the entire time studying and going to classes. Well I guess I better get started on these papers... MET signing off.