I have a lot to say but do not want to deal with it. I do not want my little bubble of ignorance to pop. So I'm nostalgically posting pictures of my Cuba trip. - Edit I feel like I should talk about something, at least. This is the first night I have time to myself and time to think. Life has been slightly hectic after my trip, and oddly enough, I feel very stable. With all that is happening, I should feel very unsettled, but I do not. I am calmly waiting for a tipping point, for that bubble to burst. Because I know it will, and that's fine. Yesterday, Ryan, Andrew, Ola, Joe and Mike came by me after their jam session and found me passed out on the couch, tangled in sheets, with an empty box of pizza and half a bottle of rum by my side. My glasses were also tossed somewhere on the floor. Later on, we waited around for Pierick, Cleo, Chris, Tyler, Sam, and Sean to join us. We slowly made our way to the "green space", which is on the Mont-Royal mountain, above the old Marianopolis campus. It was pretty bait, but extremely fun. It is a lot more enjoyable to drink outside on summer nights. I always feel guilty when I am indoors, because I am not taking advantage of the weather. This morning I decided to come visit my parents in Duex-Montagnes, and while I was waiting for my train, I met a photographer for the Festival de Mode et Design. He was interesting, and I have nothing else to say about that. I always neglect this site during the summer, and will probably continue to do so.