this semester sucks already

i really want to care more, so i try. about anything from politics to school to people. then you know, it's not my element. wait did you say i shall be as i am? i fail to be neither me nor a caring person. actually i care. which reminds me of a story that a dude was telling me at a dinner tonight -- second order vanity.

although it may be completely irrelevant, i fib. i like that word. and it reminds me of a friend from the past. it's a form of art, i promise you. you just have to see me through fibs. actually ... don't.