Sanity going the way of a mudslide Things just arn't all that right. For the past month or two, there has seriously been a degenerative downward slide. To begin, my little brother being convincted of a felony and my grandmother starting chemotherapy because of an incompetant physician. But, as bad as that stuff is I am still somewhat detached from it because I am away at college, and the immediate things here are just compounding the (I used to say I never got stressed out) stress level. This is the most difficult semester of my college education right now, but I am doing surprisingly well, at the sacrafice of my time and enjoyment. Oh, I still go out on the weekends and have a girlfriend and all that jazz, it just seems to be on the backburner now (as it should be? because im paying for this education?). Oh yeah, also working 6 days last week. The classes are work and comprehension intensive as well, not just regurgitation, so the only one I am able to lean a lil back on is Philosophy, which should, in fact, be assisting me in identifying the causes of these negative passions and hence negating them ascending to become an examplar, a free man (Spinoza, you bastard). And tonight the little things add up to this unecessarily long post: me being DD to the worst party ever anyways, having to hold back one of my best freinds from surely either an arrest or visit to the hospital, the relationship which I know is going to end at summer (except she doesnt yet), and my phone breaking from a 3 -foot-fall onto carpet; not to mention a new ill-fashioned haircut to top it off. Anyways, feel free to or not to respond because I honestly feel better from just typing that, and plus i gotta get back to studying for test tommorow morning; yeah, the class where the modest estimate of how many kids are taking it for the second time is at least 1/3 of total enrollment in it.