nothing really interesting has happened lately, nothing that has been awful enough to inspire me to post here, nor anything wonderful enough.  i was once told that if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.  i never say anything, really.  maybe i took that advice to far.  since i have nothing good to talk about, i'll reminisce about the weekend.  on saturday, i went with tim to see american psycho, and had one of the best times i'd had in quite some time.  i'm not really sure, there was just something pleasing about seeing a movie in a theater for some reason, and conversation scattered between going and leaving.  i wonder if tim found it as enjoyable as i did.  probably not.  at some points i don't really understand him, and other times, i do.  i wonder what next year will be like living next door to him, if i'll understand him more.  i think i grasp most of my current suitemate's ideas, desires, and thoughts.  granted they're more simplistic than tim's, but i still wonder if i'll gain any deeper insight into who or what he is or not.  i've also just realized that tim is probably the only person besides nameless girls that i mention in these writings.  odd.  i didn't do as well as i could have on a calculus exam today.  i always mess things up somehow anyway.  classic personality/actions of me.  smoke rising from stacks of concrete in the distance--it's getting cold out tonight. i'm planning on finishing off the bottle of rum i bought yesterday.  anyone is welcome to come and see me in all my glorious stupidity if they want.