Art of Waiting.

Today I got a letter from Mami, my roommate from Andover. Man...some things I miss. Like I said before, I look back at everything I've done in my life so far, and I end up missing it. Not those moments when I was a jerk, but a lot of things in general. But now, it feels like everything is happening so fast and that whatever it is is going to end soon. It feels so final for some reason. I hope not. I hope to start a new chapter of my life that's worth reading, but not in a bad way.

Got up at 8:45 today and got ready for school. My dad also called SFSU to get rid of all those holds they put on me, those skeezy hoes. Then dance practice for Ren Faire. Then two more hours of boredom. Then one hour of soap opera goodness. Then an hour and a half of studying. Now here. I cannot wait for June to come.

You know, sometimes you're riding in your car, and your mind is completely void of thought, and then the perfect song comes on, like it knew it was the perfect moment, and in all of three minutes, everything in the world feels right. I love that. Is that what it feels like to be alive? Or is being alive mean being sad, angry, and happy? Maybe those moments are just what it feels like to realize you enjoy being alive. That must be it.

I plan on napping, then watching Friends, then doing my Hamlet thesis.