Days Are Less Than I Would Like

Today was... blah.
First class (Caribbean Government and Politics) Dull. Really dull.
Second class (Western Political Philosophy) was simply enthralling but when it ended, I ended as well.
The library didn't have the book I wanted to take out and I could go on and on.
At least I had one of my dearest friends - my ipod. Without it I would surely explode! Beethoven and I had quite a time while I went about my day detached from most of what was going on around me.
I really wasn't looking forward to seeing anyone. At all. But at least I got to see C! Haven't seen her in a while ad I love her >:(
The rest of my day really isn't worth mentioning...
Except... My face lit up. Once. And only once. But now I hate you. So it doesn't matter really.


Oh! It will not go well for the next person that asks me if I will wear black almost every single day. Does my wearing black really offend people that much? I'll wear what I like, thanks. I always get: 'Are you trying to make a statement?', 'Are you goth??', 'Are you emo?', 'Are you depressed?' ...I'm me. Shut up.


Anyway... Gossip Girl started, tennis is showing, I have work to do, I'm hungry as shit...
but I can't be fucked to do any of that.
Instead I'm reading 'As You Like It' with a Light in my hand...
I'm pleased for the moment.

Which reminds me! I NEED to get my hands on 'The Isis Papers' by Frances Cress Welsing. 

And! 'The Stolen Philosophy' by George G. M. James