huh, how about them apples...

Yeah, so it's a quarter to 5 and I can't get to sleep. This is by no means a situation where I took a nap at a ill-conceived hour... just can't get to sleep.

So what do you do? Well after some light cleaning, a glass of warm milk, and some push ups, I guess you blog. And it's weird, at this late/early hour, all I can seem to think about is college.

Strange no?

I've known people in my life that have been so ennamoured with their time in school they have confessed that they never wanted to leave. I'm not sure I count myself among them, save for the fact I was in better shape then... I don't know, college wasn't bad... just don't know if I would want to be there forever.

But yea, just for some reason I started thinking about the edcuation, the people, the women, the art (I went to a art school)... such a bizrre time. I can remember my freshman year, and how I didn't want to talk to anyone because they all looked like they wanted to bite my head off. I remember going through my Foundation year, and how I thought it was total shit (to this day I don't see the point of Foundations). And I remember Beaux Arts, back when Beaux Arts was awesome, and all the free love that blissful weekend entailed... ahh the memories.

And then I remember how they changed the dynamics of my chosen major the year I went into it, and how and job opportunity faded as a result. And I remember how I thought I should transfer.

But never dwell on the "what if", because believe it or not (no I am not gonna start singing the theme to The Greatest American Hero)all those moments make up the tapestry of who you are. Opt to change something about the picture, and the image changes, even if it's the smallest detail. Like if I opted to transfer, I wouldn't have met some really fantastic people I have in my life today.

Granted, not everyone in my life is fantastic, but there are some pretty amazing people I would call friends. And if I transferred, then I wouldn't have met them, duh.

Anyway, that's my rant for the day, or night... shit, what does one call 5am?