Music is poetry by beat. We are supposed to go see a concert tonight. The Counting Crows. I'm not sure if I'm for or against them. Music is music. Concerts are concerts. SEB and I will surely have fun, maybe, I hope. Dani stopped by the other day at 5 in the a.m. I was up for nearly 28 hours. No sleep. We smoked some and talked about useless things. As we usually do. It was fine. We finally fell alspeep sharing a single bed. Which is hard. I woke up nearly an hour later refreshed. Dani slept until 3 in the p.m. She was tired I assume. All that walking and working late hours. Today hasn't been much of anything. I am debating about whether or not to venture to my next class. I don't really want to go. But we only have 3 weeks left. Maybe I'll just show up late. Waste some more time here writing about nothing in particular. It's all the same. I have 2 papers due by next Friday. I think I should begin researching material. I'm a procrastinator by nature. I didn't see P today. And I'm sure I won't see K. I'm fine with this now. They are no longer my top mental priority. Everything happens for a reason, so merely wait for the reason to come. We watched a clip on Manic Depression today. It was interesting. And it came to close to home. I'd like to say I have a definite problem, but one can never be to sure. Perception is not necessarily truth. I've wasted 10 minutes so far. I'll probably attempt to waste 20 more. College is the worst and best time of my life. In all I cannot wait until it's over with. Freedom will be mine. Hopefully. Well not until all my loans are paid off and I can finally follow my own wants. I don't say dreams anymore. Dreams are related to closely to fantasy. I know what I want. I know what I need to get it. I am figuring out how. So I will. Eventually. I am done for now.