Math Is The Enemy.

Written on Sept. 9, 2006

As I sit here alone, in my new apartment I can’t help but feel like something is missing. perhaps it's just the company of another. I wonder what I’d be doing if I were living my old life in Clarksburg. It seems so far away; like something from a story that I can’t help but want to read a little more of.
Adaptation is perhaps one of the most amazing abilities humans have. I’m not sure if I’ve done that yet or I’m only faking.
I’m still just as lazy tho, and I’ve traded work for school. I do need to find a job so that I can buy everything I want, or at least eat.
i remember hearing that frogs will sit in water as it heats up. their body temperature adjusts so they can stand it, but if they stay in it too long it will die.
I have written a song since I’ve been here. I think it may be one of my favorites. Some days the guitar seems to be more of a friend than an instrument. Other days it is my source of frustration.
I am unsure of what I want. Last night I was reminded of the reason I came here. I wonder what the cost is besides 12,000 dollars.

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Anyway, here it is now, sunday afternoon. i've wasted the entire day starting something called a facebook? yea, it's pretty retarded. i guess anything is better than math homework.
it is a wonderful day. on days like this i am happy. being here is nice.
there's a hint of a small group forming in the air. i'm still trying to decide what to do it on. i think it would be nice to do something and be really involved.
i also need a job.
linear equations...how i hate you.