The weekend is ending. It's Martin Luther King Jr. day. I'm sure it's not his birthday today, I think that was a few days ago. I wish I could have a holiday. A day when everyone wouldn't work, wouldn't go to school, and wouldn't do anything. I think my holiday would actually consist of a whole week of nothing. If only. Tomorrow back to classes. I was supposed to meet up with my good friend today, but I didn't feel like leaving the house. I feel slightly guilty, but I would've been cranky. So I am sparing her that. I have done absolutely nothing this entire weekend. Well if getting drunk and getting 'happy' classify as something, than I guess I was extremely busy. I don't know how this semester is going to go. I want it to go fast. Very fast. I will be a senior next year. I will graduate. Well I hope. Anything could happen, but I am keeping my hope. Hope is an awesome illusion. I ate pizza earlier, it wasn't so good. It tasted good, but not really. I'm getting tired of food. Tired of a lot of things. College is number one on that list. The list of things I am sick of. SICK OF: Classes. Expensive books. Weird professors. Snow. Snow. Old friends who don't change. Food. Snow. That's the list as of now. The things I am beginning to hate. I also deeply hate the idea of us going to war. If we go to war things will change. I don't want anything to change, not the good stuff. If this war thing gets serious things will no longer remain the same. What happens to my dreams? To my goals? To my life? This is what I hate. Worrying. I'm done for now.