I survived Hillman Library.

Yesterday I defied the laws of astronomy (particularly Earth’s rotation) by stretching the length of one day to 29 hours. Yes, my friends, I went to campus at 10AM on Wednesday and got home at 3PM the next day. Here’s the chronology of events that happened in the 29 productive hours:

• Had two exams yesterday morning.
• Went to Hillman Library not knowing that I would only get out of it the next morning.
• Started working on finishing a paper at 3PM (due at 5PM).
• Labor Economics until 6PM.
• Did my four-hour shift until 10PM.
• Started working on another paper (Modern Architecture) from then on until 7AM the next morning.
• Got myself a coffee and bagel for breakfast.
• Submitted the paper in class at 11PM.
• Went to recitation for Russian Fairy Tales at 2PM.
• Went home at 3PM.

29 straight hours. I crashed soon after.

Life.

The Melancholic 6th

Talk about truth, talk about lies.
Talk about everything that comes to mind.
Keep on talking, but love speaks louder than words.

It's a matter of pain, it's a matter of pride.
It's a matter of picking out truth from lies.
Matter of fact, love speaks louder than words.

Indeed, the best conversation is when we don't make a sound.

Happy 6th (to you).