It's 4:51am. For the past week I've been taking a hiatus off college. Getting infactuated with the likes of a certain Kristin Kreuk while obsessing about Smallville and not doing any sort of work at all. Considering that I was pretty damn sure that after seven long months of procrastination and whatever I was so sure this wasn't what I wanted. Now I think otherwise. The past week also is a mark of a string of events that I would not care to mention here that has helped me achieve the utter confused state of dazed infactuated fulfillment that is now. It's known as love to some. Pain to others. A certain recent Schwarzenegger film has taught me that "desire is irrelevant" and yet here I am, in this sorry state of dreamscapish reality. I can do what I can't. I cannot achieve what I can. Men weren't made to fly. Somebody save me..