4 am

It´s too early to be awake, but in my skull, too busy to be asleep.

Heading to Poas Volcano today. Sure to be beautiful, and cold.

Realizing while talking to hostbrother something quite astounding. There is a truly divisive difference between the perceptions of man and woman, even when it comes to things that seem so obviously clear (or have in the past). Methinks that I was sucked into downward spirals not of my own accord but instead by the simple, pure differences of heart and mind of the male species. I warned him not to do what he did, but as the saying goes, he made this bed (or lied in it) and now he must lie in it(or decide to get up, or stay wrapped in those body warmed sheets, while the rain pours outside). I hope he doesn´t hurt her. No one deserves this, and that´s coming from someone who doesn´t even have a positive perception of the young Tica.

Fun drinking games for the debate. My first Costa Rican wine. A Merlot and Cab. blend. DELICIOUS.

An all too intelligent, anarchist friend of mine said he is certain of a depression, and never been so thrilled of the thought. I suppose when you hit rock bottom there is no way to go but up.

My skin is tired of the goosebumps (or skin of chicken, here, in Spanish) that seems to be a regular occurrence these days. But my soul couldn´t be more accepting.

Two months left as of yesterday. I´m in a weird place and can´t decide how I feel about such. Said out loud for the first time that I am, in fact, for certain, ready to graduate. Ready for law school. Ready for change. For life to pick up in its usual cyclonic nature and take me wherever the winds, tides may go. Bravo to me. And thanks to a few.