Inspiration

I'm lacking a bit of inspiration at the moment. I have a big test tomorrow in a 4000 level art class and well, I have no desire to take in any more information. I'm chilling (literally) at a hookah bar and trying my best to do my homework. At a hookah bar, doing homework? Yes. If I stay in my room, I'll go insane. The crossovers are too crowded to get any work done. The library makes me sleepy. The student center makes me sleepy. The only place I seem to get any work done is the hookah bar. I don't know why. The atmosphere is smoky and there's a constant train of people going in and out. I'm sitting right next to the door so I'm also getting very cold. I really want some company, but everyone I know is either out of town or busy doing their own thing. I'm not sure what I'm even doing besides blowing smoke.

I'm not even sure why I'm updating this blog. I kind of have an idea and it involves my worst downfall: boys. For some reason, I've been a bit sad, despite taking my prozac. Not sure what it is. I think it's a longing for companionship, even when I'm eating with my friends. I think I'm just overworking my brain with school. My only escape would be to pretend and even then it's empty.

I think I'm also in a stump because I can't seem to do anything creative. I've no desire to design any websites, draw, or write short stories or poems. The prozac isn't really helping me keep my mind on any activity. I'm so ready for the workload to just be done, but it's the end of the semester. I have a couple of papers I need to work on. They're simple enough. One involves ancient Greek, which I'm starting to love more than Latin only because of the professor I have for Thucydides. This ancent Greek historian is considered graduate level reading and we're translating at an intermediate level. I do feel accomplished, but my translation is only so-so. I can only understand the text fully after the professor explains it. Another paper I have due involves Dionysos. We're suppose to pick any topic relating to him and do a research paper on it. It's simple, yet I know for certain it's going to take a long time for me to get motivated to do it.

I wish I could get back into blogging regularly, but there's no incentive. I might call it an early night, but damn it's only 9 PM.

Smoking this hookah is relaxing. I take a deep breath and I control my exhale and watch the smoke swirl around me. That's the best part. I could care less for the hookah or the flavor, which is apple by the way. I enjoy the release of the smoke coming from my mouth. I'm still a noob at blowing smoke rings.