The man in the window

First day of finals. It was so cold when I woke up this morning. School was even colder. It's like they wanted to freeze us. As if finals weren't enough. Actually after all that studying with Emi last night I think I can say that I passed, with good grades.

What we did last night...
We went to the downtown library and studied, almost 4 hours straight. We took a few 15-30 minute breaks on which we discovered a book with secret codes pointing toward the white house...hm...guys watching porn on library computers, and couples making out in quiet rooms. We got a lot done. Closing time at 9 we left heading towards Panera. We got there only to find out that it was closing. But the guy gave me a free cookie. So we set out again looking for a cafe. We must have passed 10 people dressed in costumes, bondage punk, ears and tails, police uniforms before we started wondering what was going on. A club theme night. We walked up and asked some guy in like. We must have looked so tiny and immature, little kids. Running across the street we settled in the window sill of a cafe watching as people dress in all sorts of costumes went by.

Well today we went to study again, but we just couldn't keep on track. There was a guy doing Tai chi in the corner, a lady taking pictures of pictures in a book and it looked like she was taking pictures of us, this cute guy with a yellow scarf on the second floor, and a guy with super sagging pants that looked and walked like Mathew. So we went to the cafe where I usually get mango pudding. We got food and tried to study. I read my french book while Emi studied spanish. There was this guy in the window across the street and I couldn't figure out what he was doing. So I started waving. So did Emi. After a while we stopped and just watched him. There were other people too. It was so weird. Eventually he went back to the window and we waved and he waved back. We saw a bunch of other weird people there too. A guy with 1 arm, a well dressed man talking about a proposal and a girl, a fat man crossing the street with grey over grown hair on the sides of his head, a girl screaming bloody murder, and runners in neon yellow.

Went home, didn't study, I mean my final tomorrow is health so whatever. Worked out a lot, didn't eat anything, browsed the web, chatting on fb now with other bored people.

Tomorrow should be another fun day.

The color of the sky: Black canvas, gauzy clouds float by like paper boats on an ocean of stars. There's so many of them. Scattered like bits of glass that can never be put back together.

I feel like I'm letting go of the things that are holding me back. I'm living in the present and focusing on the things I can achieve myself. Am I growing up? or just dreaming different dreams... in any case, good night and good luck to all you people with finals tomorrow or any time soon!