grrrrs all around.

I can't think of anything eloquent to say because all I can think of is studying and writing and being a complete tool.

I just want to go back in time and lay in the grass outside of the Eiffel Tower at 2 am. Hungry, intoxicated, Paris sky falling down on me like a blanket.

God, I think of traveling all the time. I just want to escape somewhere. New York City. Boston. Jamaica. Cuba. Hong Kong. Anywhere but in my overheated apartment, trying to decide which is more important: political science essay or psychology review.