the stuff dreams are made of...

weird week, this one... lotsa spare time so far... school's same old boring story with teachers that mostly have no idea of what they're talking about, students that don't really give a rat's ass about classes or seminars or labs... same old bad weather - rainy, wet, cold and foggy - speciffic for this time of the year... This place used to be a bad place 'cause I'd have enough time to let my mind drift, and they were usualy things that hurt, or brought me into a state of brooding depression... but now that the torment and the things that caused it all are all gone... my mind is free to think about the next move, the next stage of this weird existence; to find out how to better take advantage of the possibilities or the proximity of others... Been doing a lot of reading: Clavell's Shogun, and I just can't seem to leave the book aside and do anything else... good author, awesome book... probably the best I've read so far 'cause of my affinity for all things Japanese. Either way, friends of mine that have read the book, but don't share my love for Japan have become instant fans. Still got the second novel to go, so I've still got a few hundred pages of pleasure and reading left... Hopefuly a friend of mine will manage to supply a little bit of "the stuff dreams are made of" by the end of this week, and if all goes well we'll be enjoying its effects... if you people know what I mean... if not.. all the same :)... again, I can hardly wait to get back home... hopefuly I'll manage to spend a little bit more time with mom and dad... either way, I'll see how things go... everything is ok now... I can hardly believe it, but everything is ok... maybe this is the stuff dreams are made of... that peace of mind... and that small measure of peace...