When you have been actively engaging your mind for too long, eventually, when you try to use it creatively, it will turn to mush. Two finals and approximately thirty eight hours until my Dad will be outside my dorm, ready to pick my life back up and throw it in the opposite direction once again. In the future when stress peaks like it does at the end of a semester, wouldn't it be nice if we could all just pack up our lives up and return to some not-so-distant home to take a giant break from life? I think so.

I am ready for a drastic change. I don't know what kind or how so, but I do know that at this rate I am headed no where relatively slow, which in my opinion is painfully worse than heading no where fast.