I must be the tiredest boy alive.

Aside from working two jobs and taking 16 credit hours, I'm trying to manage all the shit floating around inside my brain, and it's just not going so well.

At least I'm still making it to work every morning.

But after I get there, I'm sort of just sitting, staring into the void... for hours.

I suppose I'd be a lot happier if I was studying what I wanted to be studying, taking the classes that mattered to me, instead of pounding out these ridiculous science courses simply to fill a requirement. Shouldn't a 5th year senior be taking the subjects that matter to him?

Apparently this meteorology class is going to come in handy sometime down the road... right.

But I'm missing the point, aren't I?

I should be studying more Japanese, rather than just drifting through this class with zero effort.

I should be starting that Spanish class soon, to get a foundation.

Because I've been planning the next 5 years of my life out in my head, and to be honest, meteorology and the science of nutrition don't have much of a place in it. Frankly neither does African American literature.

I just want to study languages.

Forever.

Something about writing it down means that it will come true.

...

An acquaintance of mine made it out to Japan, and is keeping a blog, which is really weird for me because--suprise, surprise--all the same Japanese people are still hanging out at the old dorm, still taking kids out to the bars, and still staying up late drinking in secret.

It's weird to see their names written down by someone who isn't me, or those who lived with me.

It's weird to think that someone is going through an experience similar to what I had, involving many of the same people.

It's also weird that I'm not there.