Well Considering how hard it was for me to transfer into Columbia, I should've been keen to the possibility that it was going to be even harder to graduate and get out. I hate theatre, I'm sick of meat, school bores the shit out of me... But I'm awake at 11am! I've been excited to read the entries of those friends of mine who I am still subscribed to on Xanga. I had forgotten for a bit that this journal exists, see what drugs do to you? The truck now belongs to my youngest brother. I live in Chicago, so the underfunded, shitty CTA works for now. You know, as much as I've hated my academic experience at Columbia, I wouldnt've had it any other way; I've met so many wonderful, beautiful, kind, creative people. Networking doesn't happen on it's own, but going to an art school makes it oh so much easier. Even the people who serve as non-examples in my memory bank fall into the category of 'my thanks to've met' brigade. Hopefully, come May, I will be able to close this chapter in my life. As much as I've loved every minute of my college experience, it is time to move on, time to grow up (as little as I possibly can ;) ) I love all of you, Xanga friends. Thanks for sticking around, too :) Time to go clean a house for cash money, yo. I've been over-drawn in my bank-account for a week now. edit: Joe was sick so I had no way to get out to Arlington Heights. INstead I'm staying in to take care of him today, and work on a speech that I have to do on Wednesday. | 
