My friends are almost as weird as they are beautiful.

I don't think I've ever spent time at the Glick house without laughing so hard it hurts at least once.

"I aspire to be the person my dogs think I am." I'm not sure who said it, but it certainly holds true for me.

I am home now. I started my wood stove and fell asleep next to it. Zzzzzz.

On an unrelated note, watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMYb8sq-jDU

My roommate's snoring is sporadic and ranges in intensity. Each individual snore is unique, I discovered, and I laid awake for several minutes listening to them. Some noisy inhales seemed to be posing a question, some seemed to demand something, while still others seemed to be adamantly claiming something.

The sociology class I'm currently studying for, "Urban Social Problems", has made me feel sickeningly privileged.

Today I made a film for a Spanish class with three other students. It was funny to see how our awkwardness and unfamiliarity faded as soon as we started filming and had to be goofy.

On a vaguely related note, I'm taking an acting class next semester! It fills the art requirement.

K, now back to the studying. I've decided that I need sleep, so I'm not plugging in my laptop. When it runs out of battery, so do I.

Currently: 43%. That feels about right, actually.

Sometimes I slightly lose control of my thoughts. So difficult to articulate this, here is the best I can do: Think of a pencil standing on its eraser. It just sits there, balanced. I get into these states where the pencil keeps tipping over in my mind, and no matter how hard I think about it staying balanced, it tips over.

It's fucking 1:30 in the afternoon on a weekday and I can't put up the shade because my roommate has the sleeping habits of a sloth (15-18 hours a day).

Our room is almost never lit by sunlight. I feel like a vampire.