all I want to see is joshua trees

A season to graduate. That's what this seems to be. My friends count down the days one by one and I cant even fit my remaining days in this collegiate prison onto one calendar, maybe three would do it.

And to boot, the journalism program has been cut from MCTC for next year. So sticking it out is starting to seem a lot less appealing. That undeniable urge to run is rising in my chest again, I can only hold it down for so long, and it's already been way to long.

I'm tired of staying up too late and missing the morning sun. It's not normal, all these hours I spend up when the sky is black writing in notebooks and watching images from places I wish I could be. I've always been nocturnal, yes, but I am also a tofu eating, sandal enthusiast hippie and I love sunlight.

It's not always my fault though, tonight American Experience started the story of Geronimo right when turning in early crossed my mind and then after that, American Future : A History (on immigrant issues). Can I be blamed in the face of an insatiable interest in life?