I'm looking for the Tower of Learning. Peter left for Europe yesterday. I hate goodbyes, but I really wish I would have had the chance to say mine. There is not much reason for an update. The happenings of my life as of late are all trivial in retrospect. Before each post I have a lot to say, but somehow it all gets lost in translation. I'm looking for the Copious Prize. The humdrum schedule I follow with each passing day is becoming decreasingly appealing, and I am slowly jamming myself into an inescapable rut. Yes, summer is here. But there is little-to-no promise for the future. I see no excitement for the oncoming holiday. I saw it in your eyes, what I'm looking for. Spontaneity is a thing of the past. I feel an interminable desire for adventure. If only as a breif jolt. I swear, if I had a better cash flow I'd be an adrenaline junkie. I saw it in your eyes, what I'm looking for. Maybe I'll try running away from home. Somewhere out west. Just for a few days. I hate to sound mad, but I am experiencing the worst case of cabin fever. I fear I may butcher my family if a change of scenery does not present itself. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing, Map.