Procrastinating

There is a test tomorrow in my physics class - the very first test. I would love to do well on it, but sadly enough, procrastination has invaded my whole being. There is no possible way for me to learn anymore about torque and centripetal force at this hour (2:35 a.m. eastern standard time).

Instead, I've been reading old livejournal entries, mainly Erin's and Odile's, and realizing how different I am - and hopefully, how different we all are. My world is expanding, and the old, pure, innocent, naive An is dying. Maybe I was never any of these things, yet I know that something drastic is happening.  I gage all of this based off of my reactions to those entries:  I am amazed that those events existed, let alone happened to me.  I feel so detached from them. 

Poetry.  I need poems.  I need a puzzle that has absolutely no numbers in it, just words - beautiful, elegant, sublime words. 

Self-laceration and straining smiles.  Yup. That's me.