Talk to me like lovers do, tauro, tauro!
           I'm not sure that getting wound up in Halloween is the best thing for my state of mind at the moment.  I mean, I'm not a big fan of horror in general, but Halloween has been rare for me lately, mostly being in Cuba, Dominican or somewhere else far off and away from the Night of Dead Souls.  And, to be honest? I kind of like it... the getting away, that is.  Or maybe it's just that I feel pretty ragged lately.  I feel like I've been brushing my teeth automatically to the point where they're squeaking and it's not really necessary anymore but I can't help myself? Life moves much too quickly. 
           I am seemingly getting a grasp on this, talking business.  But the partying? Still not very me, still not very up for it every weekend.  I have nothing against other 18yos.. or 19/20/21yos getting hammered out of their ass.  In fact, I encourage it.  And maybe even envy it a little bit, all of the stories are sometimes worth the killer headaches.  Being idiots bonds people, and sometimes, I like that.  But getting "retarded", like Fergie fondly reminds us, is expensive.  That, and it really does kill an awful lot of brain cells.  And yes, I'm sure people turn out fine after having partied hard for 4 years... but how much better would they have been had the drinking bonanza not been an every Thursday, Friday and Saturday ordeal?  What if they kept it to once a month... think of the money saved.. the braincells spared.. the beds..  not.. grossened.  I'm pretty sure that's a word.
          In either way, I'm still not into halloween.  I would glady go home tomorrow morning and not have to deal with dressing up and fucking spending my precious time.. but I keep trying to tell myself "It's for a good cause, don't back out. It's weak" And to a degree it really is, I need to learn how to follow through with shit, even if it's not the most amazing thing ever.  Like physics, or politics, maybe.  I'm going to work on my politics essay after I write this entry.  I'mma get that shit started, son!  That and my back hurts like no tomorrow... seriously, that's very possibly the case if this gets any worse.  And sitting like a fucking porcelain doll isn't very fun.. not very fun at all. I think I shall work till at least 1.. and then either bed or I will watch 1 episode of Office, Season 4... which I just figured out was out?  Oh boy.. so much for essays and midterms.
          This is very not good. Oh! Also, today is P's birthday.  He's 21.  I don't even know what to say, except that his birthday present is GOING TO BE SO BOMB. Oh, P, you have no idea. No idea how much I love you and how much work I'm putting in. Haha... but really, you're just so amazing, I can't even use words to describe it.. I'd need to create a new language, or use a language that has more then one word for love, and adore, and embrace.  But English is not that language, although I love it to it's core.
           I can't say I don't like university.. there is definitely a relationship forming.  Slowly but surely.  I am just excited to be here, despite all the struggles (70% on my Physics homework ?!)  That's considered good, by the way.  Oh boy. Adjustment much?  Yeah.  Holy jesus my back.  Aw, man, I totally should have gone as Jesus.. I dont' know if people would have appreciated that or not, though.  There's always next year.  And this is on the interwebz now.. so I'll be able to find it. 
           Okay, this is all.. a short ish update for a LONG time.  Wish me luck for the rest of the semester... (WHAT?) It's already almost November.  How did THAT happen?! Expland please.