Early Bird.

It's quite early. I've been awake wince 3:30AM. Well, 1:30AM but have been laying in bed, thinking. I think more than I actually do work. If my paper consisted of a thinking portion, I'd beast it. So, it's 5:30AM. I've played brickbreaker and pulled out my Stats homework. Unfortunately, nothing's come of that yet. Just thought I'd write a quick post of the rest of my weekend and what's to come.

On Saturday, my friend planned this reunion so I attended. Unwillingly at first, but I figured why not. Learned a few thing I didn't want to know, things I didn't want to hear, but in the end I didn't have to put on a face. The people I didn't want to interact with, I didn't have to and the people who talked to me held great conversation. I didn't realize how reflective and curious some people were. In high school, everything's about who your friends are, not how they are. I had, well still have some pretty smart friends. I've gotten more into my paper and wanted to tell everyone about it since it hits close to home. I got some interest in it and one thing led to another and it was a full fledged discussion on women. I can't post about it, it'd be too damn long. Needless to say, it was a good time.

The following day, I guess Sunday, yesterday, I headed back to New York. My father told me more about his hardships throughout his life and I always think if I left my family, I could probably work as hard as my father and survive. Sometimes I think it's worth it. That's what I thought about this morning..night. Who knows.

This week ends my internship. Finally! I need to concentrate on school. My paper is due in two weeks and my research isn't even half done. My friends want a reunion and I have so much homework to do/videos to make/internships to apply to/jobs to apply to/finals to study for. I'm sure everyone is the same. However, my attitude may be much worse in the next weeks to come, so heed this warning. Also, I apologize now for any unnecessary anger in the next few weeks, but I'm sure there will be times of necessary venting and frustration.

On another note, I dreamed of Paris again. It was an amazing dream, but I can barely remember it now. Only that it was glorious. It's sad how quickly dreams fade.