hungry. sleeepy.. but muust write about philo final yesterday.
i walk in and this girl is singing next to me,..other guy next to me keeps saying how since he's high, he'll do excellent on the test...especially for the Cartesian Circle, according to him. The guy in front of me kept laughing at everything, and George, a GSI, went around scaring people and beckoning them to him when they raised their hand. Four GSI's sitting on stage were funny looking too. Julian, the russian, was sitting with his crazy hair, dressed in black as always. haha,...i think Andres is the best one cuz he was just sitting there looking like Charlie Chaplin with his dance of the breads and forks. But see,...being DEAD makes all this a lot funnier. so when i snap out of it, after some sleep and food, maybe it'll all be something else.

why's it so hot? i hate. but my hair really likes it,..and when my hair's happy, i get a little happy.

Art history, man...art history's a bitch. i can't for the life of me remember the dates and every single strange name i see on this sheet. themes, sure. politics and military strategy, sure. but the slides? no way man,..no way. i got temples, and theatres and paintings from pompeii stuck in my head. wonder how i did today. oh well, we shall see. but damn,..how do people do it? how does Alex know so much, damn it?

i've decided that i like Hume.

i've learned so much this year. about myself, about other people, and academicly too (surprisingly enough). Have you ever seen that movie, Paper Chase? great movie. i love the end. everyone probably does. but yea...i feel a tad bit like that. especially yesterday, coming out of philosophy...