It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

...and my brain feels like taking a vacation, too.

Last night I cried like sht. =)) I was crying to my brother about how awful I felt about going to school, because I don't feel like I'm growing as a person there. No creative exchange. No new ideas coming to quench my thirst. Nothing. :|

Between sniffles and a pool of tears I said that this bland routine is killing me. It may sound like the stupidest thing, but it's true. I'm dying out here, man, and no one's coming to save me. :|