Paul's worried about being normal again. I can understand his position; people I don't know who appear to be more adjusted intimidate me. My hold on reality isn't as strong as it has been lately, what with my usual frustrations, finals, and watching the potential of bohemia in Moulin Rouge.

Strangely, all this applies to the book I'm currently reading (Herman Hesse's Demian) where the main character has his childhood foundations of a pure existance and belief in God shaken and ultimately decimated through his acquaintances. Beginning with a regular ruffian who blackmails him for a crime he didn't even commit, to a new boy in his school (Mr. Demian) who teaches him the faults in the bible's stories (primarily Cain and Abel and the Crucifixion) and basically challenges the main character into more gnostic beliefs. The part where I am in the book, the boy now is in his first year in a boarding school and suffering from the trials of puberty when he talks with an upperclassmen who reveals the hidden pleasures of the town around them. Damn, Hesse you are good.

Third day of finals. I had Japanese and Health.

Japanese was extremely easy; only missed questions concerning the subject/transportation/etc. particles. 97 on a final isn't all that bad, no?

Health... long and tedious. About 90% of the questions I knew, but there was a relatively ample amount of material I forgot to cover or that she didn't tell us we were going to need to study. I'm doing well enough in that class to afford a B on the test and still maintain a 4.0 GPA (yep, self-ego-inflation is fun).

Right now I have the BtVS:The Album playing and the workers are outside wiring the electricity for the fan that's going to be outside (grandma's paying for this so she can have almost as many luxuries as she wishes) and I'm so enjoying seeing them work. There's this guy in particular (brown hair, green eyes) who keeps looking at me through the window sometimes and smiles at me. Naturally I smile back.