Hey, I finally got my computer online, but my e-mail doesn't work. So if you would like to contact me you will have to rely on aol or the telephone...sorry. I'll post more later.

Here I stand. The wave has receded. I did not fight it, yet I am not soaked, my tears are the only drops on me. My cigarette still glows, a stream of smoke trailing from its end. I did not fear it. I did not run, but now it is gone, and I am still dead. Perhaps the wave was not so large. Perhaps I was blinded by my want of life and love. Or, maybe it will recoil to drive into me with an even greater fury.

The Last Day of Finals (also known as the Apocalypse)

As I sit here and study for my last exam of my freshman year, I can't help but distract myself with reveries of irrationalism and folly. All this work just to gain knowledge for a test? Of course not! But then why do I look forward to relishing in losing and not using it this summer? I don't know, and, frankly, I don't care. I will continue to study and learn and take tests even if I don't know why I should. ...I guess because I have nothing else better to do.

Well, here it comes like a tidal wave. I want it. I need it. I cannot stop it, yet it comes with enough force to knock me over and get me soaking wet, or maybe even drowned me, but that is exactly what I need: to be drowned from this world, to have someone to love, to make me alive again…or for the first time ever, to make me exist. I welcome the tsunami with a smile. I can’t wait for the water to smack into me, to surround me, to suffocate me, to fill my lungs, to kill me, so that I might live.

The greatest expressions of love can be seen in the eyes by moonlight.