I sit here in a quiet room, surrounded by people. I am... borde. I write to pass the time. Time that moves so slowly that i want to throw myself off a building simply to pass it. My thoughts hold to what my future has in store, what I want to do with my life. I know what I want, but I'm tired of waiting for it. I'm tired of taking expensive classes that i could learn the same thing by reading a book. I blather on about the same things that I have before - its a vicous never ending cricle that I want desspratly to leave behind. Many people go to college to find themselves... been there, done that can I move on now? "NO!" life says, you must sit in waiting until I tell you it is time. To be profound... "waiting sucks!" Just kidding, not about the waiting, but about the profoundness of that statment.