the wanting seed

this morning i wanted to stay in bed. i was groggy and sluggish and soaked down to the bone with apathy. my bed is increasingly less comfortable but so inviting i can't handle the choice of staying or going. i was never good at making up my mind. class: boring. not usually so dry though, this is a class i enjoy, but today it just didn't do it for me. i get the feeling like my teacher knows how out of it i've been and is cutting me slack in light of the fact that he knows how good i could do if i felt better. i don't really like that idea, but i will take full advantage of it for as long as i can because i'm lazy. the defining moment of my morning comes in group dicussion with two of my peers. "you strike me as a very intelligent person. you seem very very smart. i always thought you were a lot smarter than you let on. i think you pick your intillectual battles." and they were right. i don't bost my thinking or my knowledge, but rest assured, i am always pondering something. i'm always looking at what no one else can see. there is always something on my mind. you see i'm a dreamer and an artist. i have the secrets of the universe, i just don't share them with everyone. so come to me, express more than emotion, dream with me, and ask me to tell you everything. i will if you go first.