John Ritter and Johnny Cash are dead. You have no idea how upset I am today. I grew up with John Ritter! I remember when he was on the Muppet's Tonight show, and from re-runs of Three's Company (ok, I'm not that old).

Film is a mass manipulation with pre-determined reactions for the audience. Paintings provide an individual experience. Feeling the sublime is knowing that something is bigger and more than what we can imagine, but yet we are still safe from the fear of the unknown we hold inside of us. Just a few notes from English.

Yeah, I skipped Acoustics today. First time in my life I have ever skipped a class. Look what college is doing to me!

Like a good college student, I am avoiding work, and taking a study break. Ok...I don't even have homework tonight, but technically I should get a start on that 4-8 pg. autobiography, and the mountains of pages I have to read for next week. I just made Jesse some tea....he's enjoying it. At the moment I am listening to Ozzy Osbourne because I am in an Ozzy mood.

I've made a decision...no more early mornings. I don't know how that will effect my work schedule next semester, but I cannot wake up for 8:40 classes anymore. I think I may also only take four classes instead of the five I have this semester. I mean I already have a bunch of credits from my AP classes so what does it matter?

"No more tears."

I'm waiting for people to accompany me to dinner. I guess you could say that this is my first meal of the day, being that the most substantial thing I had to eat today were two Reese's peanut butter cups. I know, it's not healthy...but I have no time during the day to eat. I feel like I'm falling into my old ways, only that was a conscious choice, whereas this one is not a choice at all. My allergy medicine decided to work today, and I started my work study. Two unrelated topics, but isn't it great how I can fit them both into one sentence? I think I'm going to like Tuesdays and Thursdays more than Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I have to write a 4-8 page autobiography by Monday. This is humorous because I don't think I have enough of a life to tell in 4-8 pages. I'm done being aimless for today.

I feel like shit. That's all I have to say.