smite me

you school work. breath, sigh, breath. i forget to breath sometimes. so school has picked up and i am squeezing a few minutes I have before I rush off to class again to slave over more work. It seems that with every new class I take at school, I feel more and more like I am living in a liberal bubble stuck in some black hole of America. I mean, how many of you guys get to write an essay about homosexual sex? As enticing as the subject is, I find it liberating that I get to do this kind of stuff in college. Hail to San Francisco. Back to my essay.

Currently reading: "A Passage to India" by E.M. Forster