There's too much to do and too little time to do it.

Oh Cliche but true!
My social life has consisted of reading alone in my room listening to the Amelie soundtrack...My only joy comes from a 15 minute break I allow myself to go to the bathroom and maybe talk online...I am very disciplined because I know it's the only way I can function...if i don't work, then i lose...if i do work, then i might be able to sleep at night.

There is a fly in our room that won't die. He is around and I would like to kill him. But he's just too crafty for me and porter. Oh sadness...
This weekend I go to Philly...I know this weekend I will lie awake and think: why did i leave? I have that paper on manifest destiny to write...I have that reading to do...I have to do this, i have to do that...
Slowly, I think i might have to go crazy. Emerson told me today in his "American Scholar" that to find genius, a man must find solitude...
I have found too much solitude. I know too much about American History...Dean Acheson, September 11th, FDR, Lizzie Borden, Child Labor laws, public opinion...it's all in my brain and I'm powerless to stop the surge of knowledge.

Learning is painful...
Tonight I'm cooking dinner...I find happiness in cooking...which makes me happy. It's a break from reading, a time to socialize and relax...I find it nice...
I want to watch TV but i can't get any channels...I want channels!!!
Next time you see me, make sure I'm breathing...for if I'm not, you can be sure that college has turned me into a robot.