Just Thinking

So it's late. My schedule is so inconsistent. Story of my life. I think I started going to bed late when I was in the 5th grade. Sheesh, kind of an early start, no? It wasn't my parents' fault, though. I just felt compelled to stay up late. Even though I was in bed, I would make believe all sorts of things, letting my imagination take hold of me. I didn't fight it.

Now that I'm a sophomore in college, there are many more distractions to keep me up. This blog is only one of them.

My roommate is dumb. He's so shallow. I don't want to mention it, but he's a frat boy. That might explain some things. I'm learning a few things about the "brotherhood" and I see that as one of my only learning experiences with this new living environment; besides the fact that I have to sleep a whole three and a half feet from him. It's really hard at times and I get so damn frustrated. I know I'm not alone in feeling this.

It's better than home. Sometimes.

I'm shallow too. I'm all of the things I don't like in people. And I want to be all of the things I admire in the those who are my friends.

Here's a picture I like. Maybe you'll like it too.

I took it in NYC this past summer: One of my best summers.

Los quiero mis amigos! Los extraño!!!!!