last night: 

4-nonstop hours of bike riding. 

finals and crooked fingers.

i always surprise myself during finals.

where do all these words come from?

nothing really makes sense. 

and yet i get the grade. that's school for you. 

nonsense. 

cut+paste

thursday

today:

bike riding.

old friends.

dancing. dancing. dancing. 

I am not a scholar.

the end of the semester is around the corner. 

and i have no idea what will i be doing during the summer. 

greenery

i wish i had more plants. 

type

goals for today:

work on research paper.