I like dressing solely in white. Not only does it look good with my pale skin, I think it makes me happier. Yes, the typical analogies with angels and various weather forms were tossed around, but it did not dampen my ethereal mood. I think I'm smart. Sometimes I'm funny. Napoleon is staring at me. I'm not sure if I want to be surrounded by people all the time. I miss the friends who know how to be together without having to talk, to distract ourselves. I like people with whom I can sit and think. I feel as though I'll be walking up hill for the rest of the week, but I also feel as though when this week is over I'll be a bit more adjusted to life. I'll study more, I'll work harder...I'll probably read less. I hate that my pleasure reading has been cut into by various forms of bullshit assigned for my bio class. The woman is an intellectual cretin. Thank god for Amadeus. For Annie. For gingersnap cookies.