It's been a good few weeks since I last posted. If you think that my life has changed in recent times of disappearance, then you're half right. For one, I've isolated myself from the bunch of monkeys (no offence) I'm used to hang out with; with the exception of Ian (the other thinker...or I would hope to think so) and the inevitable college mates. Work has hardly begun to be completed, and everyday emotions seem to get more and more complicated. Today, I've just watched the second matrix movie, and slept the rest of the day, followed by dinner and trainspotting. Yeah, lovely movie. Just e-mailed a couple of long lost friends, and am here sat listening to a linkin park song that is of relevance to this point of my life:try track 9,meteora. I really doubt anyone will read this or be even remotely moved by this ranting, and I hope it will serve it's purpose and move the person I hope will be: me. Early class tomorrow, and I'm fighting for history not to repeat itself. What has been hope is now depression, what has been a light is now dark. But I feel this darkness is a change, and one for the better, one to be revealed in the times to come. See you on the flipside.