I haven't Journal'ed yet. I might as well. I usually start a blog one night when I feel inspired or down or have any intense emotion or thought, but then never write in it again.
See, just like now. It is 1:15 am and I am awake. (I'm usually an early-to-bed-early-to-rise kind of person) I have a Chemistry exam on Tuesday.
I've been reflecting lately on how I got to be where I am, doing what I'm doing, experienced what I have. There is so very much I would like to change.
I watched Blow last night. I must have watched the movie a hundred times, but I've never cried before. Anyway, Diego, Johnny Depp's cell mate, asks him one night "Do you have a dream?" then "Why did you fail?" Then tells him that "You failed because you had the wrong dream."
I'm feeling that way. I've failed because I have had the wrong dream. Engineering is my pot. I think Architecture is my cocaine. Kinston is my Mexico, Montreal is my Columbia.
See, just like now. It is 1:15 am and I am awake. (I'm usually an early-to-bed-early-to-rise kind of person) I have a Chemistry exam on Tuesday.
I've been reflecting lately on how I got to be where I am, doing what I'm doing, experienced what I have. There is so very much I would like to change.
I watched Blow last night. I must have watched the movie a hundred times, but I've never cried before. Anyway, Diego, Johnny Depp's cell mate, asks him one night "Do you have a dream?" then "Why did you fail?" Then tells him that "You failed because you had the wrong dream."
I'm feeling that way. I've failed because I have had the wrong dream. Engineering is my pot. I think Architecture is my cocaine. Kinston is my Mexico, Montreal is my Columbia.