I had too much time to think. 7 days in the Dominican Republic. It was wonderful, and it was exactly what I needed. But I had far too much time to think. I over-analyzed everything. Myself, my friends, my beliefs, issues, everything. I came to a lot of conclusions, really, but I can't much be bothered to write any of them down right about now. But I read Shakespeare. I'm such a geek, really, who reads Shakespeare on vacation? Romeo & Juliet is good though. Anyways, I'm burnt, and catching up on homework is such a bitch, and I keep flip flopping on issues, and that's not cool. I get the impression that I'm a very precocious child sometimes. I think I'm smarter than everybody, but then in an effort to keep myself from arrogance, I tell myself that people my age really do think the same things that I do. But I don't think they do. I'm different, and I'm special, and I process things on a high level. I may not have perfect marks, but goddamnit, I am smart in a way that people can't understand. It made me happy to realize that. ~Katja