I'm in LA, bitch. Yet here I am isolated in the apartment's library typing an essay about how the human bodies is the embodiment of evil and our mind is the almighty and superior pilot of this empty vessel.

Jesslyn's laptop is missing the N key and what's left in its place is a tiny protruding rubber I keep missing.

The summer sucks. I can't believe the workload in a term which should instead be relaxing and all.

My head is pounding against my skull and my heart keeps beating against my chest like canon balls and I feel like punching someone and declaring that since the body is evil I should not be held liable.

More philosophical entries when I get back because this Macbook is driving me crazy. I want a PC.

I watched Up, which made me cry a river, partly because he was there a few rows behind acting like he cared and partly because the story is too touching to be true.

This, made me tear.