Two-fold.

Well...I had an interesting two hours. Interesting as much as it was boring, because I was alllllll alone, but it's okay. I liked it. Something gets me about driving to good music on a nice day. People must look at me in my car and wonder what the fuck I'm smiling about or wonder what I'm singing or why I'm laughing. Hah. You'll never know. The best secrets are the ones that make you smile. But of course, that's a given.

The Fountainhead is a beautiful novel, but you know that the events so described in this book aren't happening anywhere in the world. The fight, however, exists, but internally within all of us. The fight to protect what's pure inside of us, and not let the expectations of the world break us. Yeah. That's what it's about. It's like when they say "What do you think about so and so or blah blah?" and you respond "I don't." Because fuck, did you ever really think about it? I don't know, you can say yes or no, or you can respond a real response, but why lie and act like you did? Tired of putting a face on. From now on, "I don't."

Or like when you read a book that you really like, but you don't know why you like it, so you seek validation in the opinion of others, and you're like "oh yeah...sure." But it doesn't remotely describe why you like the book at all. Just a fool. A sheep. Hide from the wolf.

This one makes no sense. I'm afraid to take a nap. Gah.

To-do:
--English essay
--Study for Geography
--Geography Assignment 2

Read read read read read read.

I'm going to sleep while the sun is still up and wake myself up in an hour. I think I had such a demented dream yesterday because I was studying for Pysch and listening to Radiohead at the same time, plus it was getting dark...damnit. But it's nice outside, and it's nice inside, so hopefully it's beautiful in my head.

GOOD DAY TO YOU ALL.