Well, somehow, I have survived the last week and made it to March 1. It's so hard to believe right now that two months out of this year are already gone.

In 18 months, I turn 21. That now seems suddenly close.

I have managed to complete pretty much everything I wanted to complete, despite only getting 5 hours of sleep the night before last and only 4 hours last night. Suffice it to say, I am le tired.

Whether things are going to turn out well, I will not know for a while, and in the meantime, there is plenty for me to do. Tonight, I actually have quite a bit of work to do, namely finishing the Kane Scholarship (for which I still have no idea what I will write, maybe writing that 74 page paper on Stalin, and how it did something. I don't know. I was thinking some kind of failure that I might have garnered, but I haven't really failed anything in the last year. I did drop out of Christian Existentialism (oh my god, the worst philosophy ever to have existed), but the teacher and the material were both terrible.

I have had no physical diseases or mental ones for which I have thus far been diagnosed. No trauma, no anything, nothing that would influence my career and my personal life (of which I have none). I hate my sister right now for taking the only topic available to me. I'll come up with something.

It looks like we might get some more snow before this afternoon.

Anyways, I have no life. I just have so much difficulty determining what to write. Laters.