Surreptitious Misanthropy Voraciously Consuming Rationality Thus Invoking Dormant Sociopathic Desires

This morning I awoke in a daze. It was almost as if I was lucid dreaming. I was not sure where I was, and became confronted with numerous confounding questions. I turned on some music to make sure that I was still in possession of a fraction of my sanity or mental capacity. This is when things got strange. I played "The Message" by Nas (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws3Ks0FGxYM) in order to get my neurons firing, but something was fundamentally different to me about the music. His voice was more matter-of-fact than normal and the beat didn't quite seem to syncopate, as was typical. I was profoundly confused, so I cross referenced this version with another only to find that both sounded the same. It was me that was off, not the music. At this point, I began to ponder what had caused this substantial change in my perception of the music. Is it the infected cut on the top of my head that refuses to heal, or has my paranoia increased exponentially, voraciously consuming my rationality? Did I wake up mid sleep cycle? I am deeply confused, and even now, I feel different.

This week was all anticipation. Apprehension about my exams, presentations and my trip to Amsterdam, eating at my conscience, culminating into a violent torrent of confusion and scattered thoughts, like children separated from their parents during a particularly brutal natural disaster . I had more difficulty sleeping than normal, and my head would not stop itching. God I am a narcissistic bastard! Such first-world problems! Did you know that Congress declared pizza a vegetable this week? Good stuff. I don't want to go home.

I'm going to miss Strasbourg, however. I love city center, the Cathedral, Le Petite France. It was all so new to me upon my arrival, and still is. I feel that there is still so much to discover, so many new friends to make, so many failed embarrassing french conversations to cry myself to sleep contemplating. I even have a to do list that I need to finish. I still want to climb the spire of the Notre Dame , and eat at a fancy Alsatian restaurant. I have one month left.

In several hours, I'll be on a train to the Dam. My next school-related excursion is Heidelberg. I am pretty pumped. David informed me of an ancient book store at which I can purchase leather bound books. I would like to at least pick up a few new books to read, as I have been slacking with my literature of late.

I will start on Gregory's paper next week. Is it wrong that I preferred "The Art of Travel" over "Voss", a book renowned for its abstruse concepts and eloquent discourse? I am ashamed of my archaic perspicacious capacities. Well, not really. My favorite book is still "The Outsiders", and I have finished hundreds of books since I read that in the third grade. My god! I appreciate literature on a third grade level!

-Tyler Collins