Third quarter exams start tomorrow. I am a bit too comfortable with them. Whenever I am not worried about a test, it usually means I should be, and am going to severely fuck up. Oh well. I am hopeful that this is just the paranoia speaking, and that I will pass with flying colors. I am writing a lot more lately. Romantic frustration has been my muse for so long. Ahh, misery. So loyal she is. Gotta love it. At least there is some kind of consistancy in my life. I am marching to the beats of two different drums, and can not find my own rhythm. God, I love being metaphorical. I had expected for this journal to be great. I had a million things to say, but it all somehow lost its appeal. Perhaps I shall blow your minds another day. Reminiscently (but also hopefully) Yours, .Map