I know I think too much

Which is why I'm still awake...and reading everyone's blogs!

I hear Wicks scratching around upstairs...yes, she knows I should be in bed. But I can't sleep, mainly owing to the thoughts that have filled the vacuum in my mind.

So I have managed to forget most zoology related things. But since nature abhors a vacuum, what space that had been occupied by the toad systems is now filled with good memories of AC varsity night, some ideas for the Malate folio, and quite a few evil thoughts for penning down in some epic one day. And heaven forbid, I'm thinking of someone again. It's the weekend, it's the one weekend when I am not going to Taft, and my thoughts are still tied up in that direction. So to distract myself from the deteriorating present (grades suck, friends are stressed, and not speaking much to him for some God-knows-what reason), I enjoy memories.

Reading blogs is educational. I get to see different perspectives of the events we all lived through. I never knew that some of us had differing perceptions on things, or did certain things, or even thought about the most surprising matters.

Recently, I've begun to grow some sense of humor---yes, eighteen years too late. I don't consider this a fair trade-off for my academic aptitude. I spent eighteen years existing, five years learning about life, and only two so far actually diving into it with all the passion I possess, and only very recently learning to laugh at it.

Which makes me, according to developmental psych, something of a late bloomer, or someone who hasn't resolved some earlier stages of development.

So to all my good contacts here, particularly Justine, Nana, Jade, Nina, Janine, Nica, Kaye, China, Rory, and the rest...please have the patience to deal with me a little longer. I'll try to reform.