In my eyes Indisposed In Diguise As No One Knows

Well, a happy new year to you, and it's started on a hell of a note.
You see, this year was going to be a year of change, freedom and ambition.
Some things have gotten better, but not as I had hoped.
I still need to get my shit together...

Postsecret is pretty good this week too I must say.

Why is it that things always happen at night? I was reading a exerpt from Walden yesterday where Thoreau talks about how the morning in nature is the most beautiful time where the soul is truly awakened; refreshed and recooperated. I wouldn't necessarily agree with that... or Maybe so, but I also feel, that alot happens at night. Works of art, suffering, self-realization, quiet, thought and the promise of doing something promising if one is so fortunate as to awaken the next morning. I always seem to go through my biggest emotional struggles, self-realizations, plans and ideas in the evening and middle of the night. When, of course, I am alone. My mind is awake much more often than my body, and I should rest more. As should most, I suppose. People really don't take the time to sit and rest. Well, at any rate, things always seem to happen or stir in my head at night. Last night I had a long discussion with my best friend and after that my brother in which I learned some things which I found to be disturbing and they make me think. Of course, I'm thinking when I should be resting and during the day when I should be thinking I am at school needing the rest and it's not too healthy.

The bell is about to ring.