We were at the bar last night, and he was standing there, at the edge of the booth. A rare sighting to see him in a button up shirt; a cute, baby blue color. He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a Corona, and it just hit me, as many things often do.

We are no longer children.

We are adults, and as much as I know most of my friends are still waiting for their life to start, I feel as if I need a break already. I've been going so hard for so long, I forget what its like to do nothing. It's hard for me to just sit and listen to good music for an hour, I get stressed out thinking about all the other things I should be doing.

When does life slow down? I don't think I ever will let my life take a hiatus. I submitted my application to study abroad in South Africa and Lesotho this winter. That will be an amazing experience; maybe I'll finally get infinity.

random thoughts on a sleep deprived evening.

I don't understand how people aren't excited about everything they have in front of them. We have so many resources; we are so lucky. How many times will you be able to travel to South Africa or Loas and live there for a month? How could you not take advantage of that?

School is hard. Math is ridiculous. I've been jilted in love (for lack of a better word) too many times recently. I want some one to be happy enough to lay in bed next to me. It brings me a certain kind of happiness and fulfillment I haven't felt in a long time. And I don't know where else to find it.