I gotta get out of here...

Correction: I like sping, summer, and fall winds. The winds of spring, summer, and fall are great... winter winds are not.

My physics exam isn't looking too promising, but we'll see.

I had a dream last night that I got a D overall in physics and a D in great books. Surprisingly, the dream was focused on the great books grade instead of the physics one. It was as if I expected to get a D in physics but I was outraged that I got a D in great books. Hopefully, I won't get a D in either.

...I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape.

Yesterday I had to speed walk from west hall to revelli hall and I was the latest I've ever been to a class: 90 minutes late. I even ran down Division St. It really took a toll on my ankles though. They weren't cooperating with me today, especially my right one.

...you won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate...even though there’s no way of knowing where to go...you’ve told me the way, and now I’m trying to get there...and this life sentence that I’m serving, I admit that I’m every bit deserving, but the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair...and I am a hostage to my own humanity, self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made...oh, how we regret those things we do and all I was trying to do was save my own skin, oh, but so were you. (for the full song, see my livejournal)

"A man's life will be filled with constant and unexpected encouragement if he makes up his mind to do his level best each day." -Booker T. Washington

Word of the day:
-Fickle - Characterized by erratic changeableness or instability, especially with regard to affections or attachments; capricious.