I strolled through the student center on my way to my car, just to see if anyone I knew was studying. I saw Joe (mah cuzin) and then Reg talking to Nissa (Nissan), who I've seen maybe three times since sophomore year, when she disappeared. I think she's doing alright now, more focused, a little wiser. I saw Matt too, who's been MIA, and I showed him and Reg pictures from the beach, Las Vegas and the potluck last week. Realizing I couldn't study without the book (duh) I drove home then crashed until 7. My roommate Martin helped wake me up by making Malcom (my other roommate's cat) lick my hair. I'm not sure it liked the taste of hair gel, but it wasn't shy about the whole thing. Silly cat. I went to work out later with Martin, and tried to make Reg come along, but she was "too tired." My rock climbing experience really helped, because it felt like I breezed through most of my workout. WE got some boba after that, and told Martin all the little things about driving stick that nobody really tells you while he drove my car. It's weird riding shotgun in your own car, like your not in control or something. We talked a little about how things seem to be coming to a close and how we've spent the last three and a half years. I'd like to think I've grown up (matured at least), but I'm still having my growing pains. I don't see any end to them, and the pain is very tangible, but like the soreness in your titties after a hard workout (u guys feeling me?), it's a worthwhile pain.

Praying for peace...