what am i running away from?
don't even know anymore.
some how blogging just seems to help me waste my time but in the end, it's worthless.
all the important stays up there.
the good stuff, the stuff u want to write about,
words can't even express.

another wasted quarter has slipped me by.
last final tomorrow.
i will rape it.
i GaRON-Teeeeee!
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i'm dreamin of home.
when i dream of home,
i always hear that robert frost poem in my head about birches.
i know if i went back home, i'd have no one to go home to.
parents...yeah.
friends? jeff will be there. so will my stanford girl kat, and all the nyu buggers.
but it ain't the same. i need some love and affection from a group, not an individual.
brooklyn where are u?
county of kings..no doubt.