10:32 Mid Tuesday Morning   The Worst Part is that Life Goes On Even though I might rather lock myself away for the next three months in a calming hermitage where I can be alone with my sadness. no. papers are due, classes must be attended. quizzes are taken, i have to go to work. i have to go to performances. I must practise my Middle Eastern Dance skills. Blah blah blah. so much time and so little fun to be had. well, again. there's always Amy, Ang, and Helen. girls nights and teeshirt making you know what's kinda funny? well, besides taking classes about human evolution followed by classes about family structures. but that's an entry for another day on a different keyboard. The fact that I don't like getting drunk because that's what everyone else does makes me laugh. here's why: I like having alcoholic beverages but I hate being tipsy because then I feel like I'm everyone else. I hate feeling insignificant... I hate feeling normal. I hate feeling ordinary. but everything I've ever done is based on everyone else. I don't have an original thought in my head; an extraordinary bone in my body. isn't it just hilariously ironic? i love it and hate it simultaneously.