I saw the Rodin exhibit today. It was beyond my wildest dreams... or something like that. I was amazed. It's definately one of those things you should see. I saw both Mr. Robinson and Mr. Jobb while I was there. Afterwards was a bit annoying though, because I was in my whole art gallery quiet inside my head mood and everyone thought I was sulking, which I wasn't.

The first part of the holiday was awesome, but lately I've not been feeling like myself at all. I just feel empty and souless, like I don't have an identity. Today at Rodin I loved who I was, but it was still fleeting at best and I'm really scared that for there rest of my life I will go throught these periods of knowing myself and being a complete stranger. Oh god this is such a weird thing to be writing about.

I think, if I were in Iraq I would have a valium addiction. In fact, if valium was sold without a prescription here I would probably have an addiction, or at least a very strong desire to always have it in my system. I'm rather worried that I've inherited my mothers anxiety. I'm far too stressed out. The thoughts of returning to school on monday make my head spin. I'm not ready for the exams, I've been working nearly steady since boxing day trying to get some review sheets made up and I'm running out of time. I mean, I can't wait until I am out for good. I hate all those teachers who figure that if they lecture at us for long enought we might actually make them look good.

Why am I so serious all the time.