please don't [stop]

I'm not sure why I haven't posted in awhile; I definately have the time to waste dropping a few lines. I have a multitude of posts started and saved waiting for some sort of epiphany, or at least the half-ass dedication to finish what I've started: bringing them from personal musing to published post. I edited a few of them together to hopefully serve as a short backlog to the random thoughts from my insipid life.

Normally the week speeds by and in a blink, I'm back in ERC on Sunday night till midnight trying to get everything done for the week. The more I think about it, the time-lapse just changed from weeks to hours. It's always after 4pm, which signals the demise of the opportunity to 'get everything done early and waste the rest of the day'. I've never been one to swear off drinking or any other habits because I know I won't hold myself to them (save the one time I did after waking up in my coat detailed below--I didn't drink for four weeks). Yet, every day I swear to myself its not going to be like the day before it; I will accomplish everything and have a fun night, only to fail like the day before.


Yesterday, on the University's normally crowded and bustling mall, a cold wind cut through even the best dressed. Those absolved to never skip class found themselves alone. The sunny clean concrete held a certain indifference to the change--an apathy only the heartbroken and valentineless envy. The collective shiver from the weather did nothing but fortify the notion that Spring Break cannot arrive soon enough.