Because I am tired of staring at my math text book.

Last weekend when I was hanging out at Camille's dorm over at UCSD after the boxing match, my friends told me that I talk a lot about my past. And I agree with them. I think and talk about my past a lot. And that got me wondering. I wondered why I did that and I came up with "it's all I know". and it's true. My past is all I know about. This is all about my love life if you need to know.
I dwell on what has happened to me and I don't know. I guess I need to stop doing that and move on with my life. Sure it's okay to talk about certain things that have happened but never to the extent that I do. I need to start making new memories and happier ones on that note.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."