Arrestia

Today was a very odd day: 1) Slept about 2 hours and 45 minutes last night. 2) I got all my homework done before class. 3) I'm finally out of the depressed rut I was in for a few weeks....perhaps I'm good for the rest of the semester? 4) I got the most curious note in my college mail box today. About number 4. It appeared in my college mailbox when I came back from classes today. On the envelope, it held my nickname and last name as well as the hall that I live in. On the inside there were two pieces of paper. The first was folded over the smaller, second piece. On the top flap of the larger, folded piece inquired my participation in a g

I've never craved music as much as I have right now...but yet, I don't feel the need to fulfill my desire. Perhaps it's the lack of motivation. I can't seem to make myself work as hard as I am used to. I understand that if I wish to succeed, I will need to work hard...but why? What is the point? Can't I be successful by doing what I want?

The snow is beautiful....I am sitting  on a window sill in my dorm, a bay window looking out at a three story view of the college chapel. The snow, delicate, stopped falling hours ago, but I can still see, in my mind's eye, the blue tinted flakes floating down. But that was hours ago, and now I look out the window and see a blanket of fresh snow lying as thick as a blanket. Pristine and glistening in the lamplight, I want so much to pull on every single piece of warm clothing, run down three flights of stairs just to be the first person to step in the snow. I crave to see the single line of foot prints I would leave and go to sleep with the