Since I have come to school my body has some how adjusted itself to requiring ridiculous amounts of sleep. This summer there were days when I slept less than six hours multiple nights in a row, and was able to function decently. Now if I don't sleep for at least ten hours a night I feel like I've been hit by a car when I wake up. Friday night I went to bed at 3:00am or something like that and slept until 1:00pm. Then I took a nap from 3:00pm until 5:30pm, totaling around 13 hours of sleep for yesterday. Then last night, I went to bed at like 12am, and woke up at 11am. Wait, why am I telling you this haha? I am tired.

My two best friends here, Lizzie and Elda, are currently extremely annoyed with each other. It puts me in such an awful position. Last night we weren't really up for doing anything, so we just were hanging out in their room but the tension was SO awful. I haven't been put in this kind of position since seventh grade when Despina Proko and Ainsley Doherty, my two best friends at the time, were in a fight and I had to be equally nice to both of them at all times, just to avoid declaring a side. I hope they get over it soon, because it's really stupid and maddening to listen to them crankily piss each other off purposefully.

Elda keeps teaching me Albanian phrases and so far I remember how to say: hello, I love you, how are you, and fuck you bitch.

I still really like my roommate Torrie. She's always very sweet and easy to get along with, but if I hear anymore of her shitty-ass-winy-boy-band music I might jump off a bridge. Today some of her family is coming to visit; I think it's her brother and sister in law and her niece. Her niece's name is Miranatha. What the hell kind of a name is that?

Right outside the window of my room there is a monsterous yellow tree and when the wind blows each leaf swirls and tumbles gracefully down to the cold ground below. This happens only after it dances in place on the branch resisting it's fall until it succumbs to fate and let's go; off into the grey sky for just a moment. But that moment it plunges is so beautifully freeing that time slows down and allows it to fall for a seeming infinity. All around it are it's brothers and sisters falling from the layers of the branches back to the ground where they can greet the earth and go to sleep. And above them the leaves sit comfortably, knowing that at any moment they will be ready to let go for it is beyond their control.

leaves become most beautiful when they are about to die.