yep... there it is again. my next door neighbor caughing and the sound carrying itself to my ears as if there were no walls between us. mice? yeah, i think i have another one. i'm really getting tired of killing these things, but they have no place in my room, nor in this building. just as usual, it's very late. i'm seein two o'clock... there's that caughing again... yeah, two o'clock. tomorrow morning at nine, i have a speach to give on bob hope. yeah, i definitily wrote that speach tonight and i haven't even practiced it yet. i should be fine though, just as long as i don't think too hard about it... ah, and the sound of a mouse in my celing just broke the silence. well, maybe not silence. there's still the slight hissing of my radiator. i turned it on today just to get a small feel of summer. i also adjusted all of the pictures of my friends on my wall because they were getting all bent up from the constantly fluctuating temperature. productivity is my thing on sunday night. i like for things to be perfect the next morning when i wake up so that i can have no blame on myself if my monday turns stale. that means that i do my laundry (wash, dry, fold, put away) and i straighten up my room... wow, i forgot what cold dr. k tastes like. i usually don't keep my drinks in the fridge, but down by my feet. i really am that pathetically lazy as to where i won't even walk to steps behind me to my fridge for a drink. that's pretty sad, but that's also life right now. i'm busy. i don't really have much recoup time now. there's always the video games with the fellas, and the brief nap times, but i just want to be completely alone for a while. that's something i miss about being home. i could just get in my car and drive with the music on loud. no one would ever complain about it, no one would ever interrupt me, and i was never in one place for more than a fraction of a second, unless i was stopped at a light. finding alternate ways to blow steam isn't easy around here. i don't really even have time to record, let alone any creativity spuring out of the mental hell that is college. so there's that and with the high calabur food served at our lovely cafeteria, the body couldn't be happier (strong sacrasm). i guess i'm just a little ticked cause the weekend went by so fast. i can't complain really. i mean the weeks have been flying by too, but just for a while, i'd like to be able to pick a time that would stand still so i could enjoy it for just a brief second more. two things that i have come to cope with since i've been here are this. life will never be the same and i can never go back to the way things were before i came here, and time only gets faster. at this rate, by the time i'm eighty, a year will seem like a fart would seem now. very fast and unpredictable. maybe that's why the elderly drive so slow. they feel like they can control time in their car. or maybe with time going so fast for them, they in actuallity feel like they are going too fast. these are two pathetic questions that i hope i can never answer, because if i ever can that will only tell me that i've spent way too much time thinking about time instead of using it. right now i think i'm going to finish my dr. k. and practice my speech, then i'm going to go to sleep and pray for a deep one because i really would rather not have any dreams tonight.

peace