Back at school and finally in a real dorm room. I've only been here for a little over a week, but it feels as though it's been so much longer. It feels like it's been months since I've seen him. But lately we've been dancing on a volcano. And now we find ourselves asking the question, "Is it really worth fighting for?"

It's nice to finally live closer to the friends I've made throughout the fall semester, but then again, I still don't see them that often. Mostly I think that's my fault.

The funny thing about college is that you have no privacy, yet you spend so much time alone.

As for my art, you'll notice I've added a new poem, and I also have a new scrap, for anyone who is interested. Replacing my narrative techniques class is poetic techniques, so you'll be noticing a lot more poems in the future. Poetry is fun sometimes, but it's not really my thing. I already know I want to pursue fiction. I guess it's a good thing to be educated in both, though. After all, Shakespeare implemented both poetry and prose in his plays.

Sorry for the monotone in this entry. The perkiness I usually try to keep up with every day is withering. Would it be too pathetic if I said that I just really wanted a hug?

Let's just call it what it is.