Its 30 minutes from June 11th and no finals have been taken. Damn you UC Davis and your ridiculously late scheduling. Everyday I just get more and more impatient to start my summer already. This blazing humid heat is hard to concentrate through.

I'd like to take more pictures and post my entire blog full of visuals cuz most of the time I don't feel like writing. Writing doesn't tell much. There's too much room left to read between the lines and misanalyze things. It filters out heavier, taboo, more emotionally attached issues and lets through whatever it wants the reader to read. Even if the only reader is the writer.

If we all wore our hearts on our sleeves and REALLY wrote what's on our minds, it'd probably read: "Give me a drink and let's hook up tonite; I want to beat that guy/girl up; I hate the new gf/bf; That guy and I should totally start a relationship; I miss sex; and the very basic statement: I like blank person." Some of these are such basic thoughts that won't make it to any of our writings anytime soon. Well maby mine, but I have no one to pertain these thoughts to. The explanations to certain subjects are too dear, complex, and fragile to be expressed in its most accurate form. And sometimes a piece is so frighteningly true that you don't want to read it.

Note to self: bring the camera out more