i've been avoiding a proper update for a long time. i just haven't been in the mood. I've been looking back at old memories. papers long forgotten -- did i really used to get As? old poetry that reminded me of high school years, where i was so shy i wouldn't talk in class and was friends with more teachers than students. and as i get older i withdraw more into myself. i become more like those years. where the only person that was reliable to turn to existed in shadow and music form. why is it that i find reality so hard to deal with?

i've found a new love -- the first meal of the day, breakfast. i don't believe in a complete breakfast, but maybe that's what i was missing. there's something about cheese omelettes, hashbrowns, and lucky charms that makes the day a bit more bearable.

...and the best bit of the day, i got the classes i wanted. yes, finally. emerson has decided not to screw me over. for once.  
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