we didn't start the fire

right now there are two other people in my room (besides amy) sleeping for 5am finals, so i must type quietly and not in my usual elephant way. i guess i'm just so excited for finals to begin that i cannot go to sleep.

so, what is up? lately i've been going through immature little bouts of loving everything and being so excited for the future to being irritated with everyone and fearing boredom. i wish it would stop. i feel too much as if i am 17 again. and my journal is out of blank pages.

this morning i played hardcore tennis with lara and a can of new balls and it was, honestly, heaven. and that would have been a pretty sentence, but the one word "balls" kind of ruins it. then, instead of studying, i spent forever getting angry while reading about the "new" contraception controversy going on because there was an image of a condom on the nytimes cover and who wouldn't click on an image of a condom? the end. goodnight. writing at 2am always feels like a good idea.

p.s. billy joel does rock my world sometimes.