i really dont give a flying flatoot about the emperor justinian and his attendents from the early byzantine empire in the church of san vitale at ravenna, italy in 547 CE or AD or whichever you choose to call it. and i certainly dont care to memorize these facts. if im lucky theyll leave my mind after about 1240 tomorrow and quite possibly never return again. if im lucky theyll stay long enough to help me pass my art history quiz.

you know they tell you to have fun and enjoy life. but its hard when you spend your time memorizing facts and making futile attempts not to sleep through lectures. helen has this quote up on the wall that says it perfectly:


"ive learned one thing here and thats to quit worrying about stupid things. you have four years to be irresponsible here. relax. work is for people with jobs. you'll never remember class time, but you'll remember the time you wasted hanging out with your friends. so, stay out late. go out on a tuesday when you have a paper due on wednesday. spend money you don't have. drink til sunrise. the work never ends, but college does."
-tom petty

he's right. so that basically makes my decision for me right? i should screw classes, leave on sunday and head to athens. thats what i'd like to do anyways. therefore it is what i should do right? ughh but then the parents start laying on the guilt trup and talking about metzs and it just makes me feel like ive gotta be the perfect child once again.

but then its your life
its your life
but then its your life
its your life
but youve only got one.