We are so content to just stand in our room and strum Modest Mouse songs all night. Our other obligations (artificial intelligence project, architecture paper) seems to always take a backseat to our procrastination. Man, we love to hate that word...

Cras - Latin trans. = tomorrow
Crass - English trans., goes well with badass = arrogant & haughty?

While I was sitting in the cafeteria today, eating a very late breakfast, I started thinking about people. The people around me, the affluent crowd that attends Tulane, is so far detached from the "real world." Sometimes, I want to scream at them and flail my arms and tell them, "Hey!" After that awkward moment, I would explain to them quietly that all the ideals that consume their lives are not worth devoting themselves, much less attaining. "You are draining. Plug up your souls before all that juice flows out these holes..." I know they wouldn't listen.

Other times I feel like Travis Bickle. Not the pimp-slaying, drug-monger-ass-kicking side of Bob Deniro's character, but the confused, angry, and caring Travis. I sometimes think that most people are not worth caring for...they only corrupt the few good ones. After thinking that, I go hold my hand over the stove, do 200 push-ups, and talk to myself in the mirror. Then I go kill pimps. Hahaha!

Finally, sometimes I smile at everyone and don't think anything bad. Those times are always worth waiting for...