2am, 3am, 4am, 5

I can't sleep. I feel tired. I get exhausted and lay myself to sleep. But it's not that simple. The sound from the neighbors and the cars and the freeway and the train and the night life don't wake me. Perhaps it's this voice inside of me screaming, "this isn't home." Well, no, it's not home, but I suppose home will have to wait. I don't remember having this kind of trouble in the dorms. Maybe back then I was just so emotionally exhausted that I didn't pay any heed.

So I woke up an hour early this morning. It actually gave me more time to get ready. I even blow dried my hair and put make up on *le gasp!* Though I'm not quite sure if there's any point in wearing make up here. As I trudge the far spread campus, beads of sweat wash it away. Especially this morning.

It's a cool morning outdoors. I even deemed it necessary to wear a light sweater. But once I stepped inside Mulford, it became so warm that the heavy air weighed down my chest and choked all the cool breath out of me. It's so f-ing hot in here. I keep staring at the door. Ten minutes left. Perhaps I shall escape a few moments early. I have to meet Lydia to bring her my leg warmers anyways....yes, indeed. I think in a few moments I shall skieve off the remaining few minutes of Shakespeare in this copper kettle.