And talk to. I feel like I'm wasting my last days at Stanford just working. What are we doing with our lives? Means to an end. Life should not be a means to an end. Because life is the means. Where is the line between getting by and being happy? I am strange. I'm more like you than I realized. But you're also not who I thought you were.
Thunderbird needs to stop telling me that my email is filled to 97% quota every time I get a new message. I GET IT.
I thought spring quarter was going to be the best quarter, but lately, there has been so little of it that I've actually enjoyed.
I find it difficult to fall asleep. My roommate came back from home today. In the afternoon, I was going to take a nap, but I was too conscious of whether or not he was altering his behavior based on my nap-taking. (moving more quietly, etc) Also, I'm quite sensitive to light and noise when trying to sleep. Sometimes I wish I was like some people who could sleep through a fire alarm.
Where is the line between telling the truth and being considerate to someone's feelings? Why are we such a society of liars? What will life be like after education? When and where am I ever going to meet someone when I start to see only a handful of people everyday?
That's enough thinking for today.