Well well well . . . journal again, journal again, jiggidy jig. I'm actually doing quite well right now, nothing went wrong this afternoon whatsoever. I read 22 pages of Steppenwolfe, which I found intriguing to say the least. The book is so packed full of meaning that pulling it apart can certainly be a nuisance, but so far I've been able to perceive that Hesse is illustrating human passion in some form or another - I'll go into more depth when I have a further understanding of the novel.

In a way I'm upset that I'm going away because I will be unable to write my good old journal entries for awhile. This is actually something I look forward to for a good portion of the day. I love writing, I love talking, I love thinking. I still remember a particular quote from Siddhartha, where Siddhartha introduces himself to Kamala by his three qualities that makes him successful, "I can fast, I can think, and I can wait." I find that so plain, and so simple, but still yet they are the very same simple ideals that propel him down his fateful path to enlightenment.

Well, I won't be eating at home, so I'll consider that fasting.
I'm thinking about leaving, so that's thinking enough.
I'm waiting to get home to stop fasting.

Life when you live like me is so much fun.

This is a short entry, because I have to sleep due to the fact that I may drive the 5 hour drive tomorrow. When I get back I'm sure I'll have many an adventure to tell.