so I write that entry last week my brain has reached some sort of resolve I've come into some sense of reality I've read books telling me that everyway I go around doing anything is wrong I took notes I still don't know any better. And here's the funny part: It's the last day of finals I'm sitting alone someone comes toward me. Guess who it is? YEAH. He doesn't talk to me for close to a year even though he sees me everyday and all he can manage to do is smile and say hi and all I did was semi-wave and say hi I wasn't enthused and I just thought it was ironic that of course it would only be on the last day I feel better because I know that I'm writing about it right now but I'm smart enough to know that it's nothing. and in other news: I'm just going to take things as they are I'm going to try to be more openminded to new experiences and people yeahhhh righhhht.