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.

Life is going by way too fast.

If I was dangerously close to dying from sleep deprivation, my body would just fall asleep, right?

I am writing a research paper on Jim DeMint. He is a terrible human.

Back from Chicago, which still smells like chocolate. It was a blast. I don't know why I brought school work, I never seriously thought about working.

Isn't it strange that you could go your whole life and only be exposed to a small fraction of society? I was thinking about this as I walked around the Gold Coast area of the city, observing the enormous industry that caters to the top 1% of the world.

At this point in my life, I feel pretty uncultured.

I am home for the first time since I've been in college.

It's warm here.