Danger: Wildman

I'm so tired of being tired.

I don't know what I did to my sleep cycle, but it's royally pissed of at me.

School is around 25 days to being over and i'm overjoyed to say the least.

Junior year wasn't my most cherished year, but it wasn't as bad as I expected.

I underestimate my ability to adapt sometimes, I do it as second nature to survive.

I made many new friends and many new acquaintances and a fortitude of morally mixed decisions. Nevertheless, I come out seemingly unscathed and full of hope for the future.

I wonder where i'm headed off to these next couple of years. I'm so curious. Not a, fatally-attracted-to-death, cat-like curiosity but a i'll-sit-back-and-watch-this-unfold curiosity.

I'm just ready to know something else other than this.

Avast! Summer is approaching on the starboard side! Who's totally, like, excited!?

I'm not really sure who I think I am or what I plan on doing with myself as far as anything beyond this point goes. To be honest, like almost everyone else, i'm making up this life shit as I go along. It's so scary how most people just move along and seem to do just fine. Maybe because they know thats what they have to do subconsciously. I think it's the people who think about it the most that are never really sure what to do then the people who just kind of do it.

Sometimes thats what it takes I think. The ability to just do and not second guess. Sometimes knowing, or lack thereof, is knowing just enough. Who knows. Sure as hell not me.

P.s. Stoichiometry can suck my balls.