I skipped all my classes today, but I swear it was an accident. Normally I would never take morning classes, but this quarter I had the opportunity to schedule my psychology H100 class with a professor I heard was really good. I signed up for this twice-weekly, 8 a.m. class, and consequently have only gone to about half the classes.

I set my alarm for 6:45 a.m. on these days, but for some reason, it's too early for my mind to orient itself properly and it's so bad that I'm not even aware of anything, let alone the time, until nearly 9 a.m. Too late to get to class, so I just mutter a profanity to myself and sleep.

And today was the first day I actually skipped econ. That's not to say I've been an ideal student; I've only sat through two whole classes. The other times? I walk out about a half hour into them because I've run out of emails to respond to or something. I feel bad because I know I'm being disrespectful, but my "professor" doesn't teach to begin with; he just stands in the front of the room and reads off PowerPoint slides that he puts online anyway.

But I have to go to my CS&E lab today. It's a lab; I can't miss it. Unfortunately. I'm hoping it'll only take about 45 minutes to complete, because I want to head over to the RPAC after and work out. Yeah, that's right—work out. I actually do that now.

I have only read two novels since coming to OSU, and I finished one of them last night. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I know this probably sounds ridiculous, but no other book has touched me this much, to the extent that the book changed my life. Not in a huge way or anything, but it makes me want to get up and do something, anything, to feel infinite. I can't decide if that's a feeling that might produce regrettable actions, but at this point I don't even care. I went to see a speaker yesterday who said that college was your time to make mistakes and to learn from them. Of course she did add that you shouldn't make mistakes on purpose—but I think I might want to do that anyway.