Today is another day of break. Another day of nothing. I am still feeling unmotivated. I still need to write in my real journal. It has been too long. I am going over to Dani's today. To sit. To talk. To bullshit. To smoke. I love how naive some people believe I am. I would call Wendy, but I already know her answer. She's either too sick. Or too tired. Or too stressed. Or too anything. O well. Break is going pretty slow. 8 weeks left after break is over. 8 weeks to pass these classes. 8 weeks to get on the ball. 8 damned weeks. I am beautifully screwed. I am also pretty bored. Pretty bored. I need to stop getting up early. We may go to war soon. WAR. I am not thrilled about this. Nothing good can come out of war. Round up those bottles of water. Rolls of duct tape. Bundles of plastic. Gas mask. If only all of this could be avoided. Forgotten. Done properly. Peacefully. I am bored. I am done for now.