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It's 5.50 in the morning. There's nothing special about that. I'm still at Rhodes Hall. Lately I feel like that isn't too special an occasion either. Time has been flying by, but not. Can't really explain it. There's hardly any time to eat, sleep, breathe, crap, play or do anything other than the assignments. The part I used to hate about studying. When I take stock of how I spent my time, 80% of it is usually related to school. Things are flying past me - classes, jobs, education, money. But still the past month and a half feels like a gazillion years.

Somehow the picture above makes it all worth while though. Ithaca is gorge(ou)s. Everyone knows that. But I'm beginning to discover it in the strangest ways. From the 5th floor of Rhodes Hall at 5.53 in the morning the view seems a lot to take in, in a single frame. The Clock Tower and Statler to my left, the baseball field in front and a dark scary road leading to East Hill towards my right. Complete silence except for the occasional car passing by. Some stars seem to be poking holes in the sky and one big one wants to shine, even through the thick cloud trying to cover it.

What's the point of this blog entry you ask? I have no idea. No real revelations to discuss and definitely no new theories. I'm listening to the same playlist I listen to everyday when I walk to the Commons, but it feels so inexplicably different right now. Why am I still awake? Partly because I promised a friend who's sleeping in the lounge behind me that I'd wake her up, but mostly so that I can catch the sunrise.

This entry much like my being awake is totally pointless but this complete pointlessness is now becoming the underlying theme of my most interesting pursuits. The 'nothing specials' the 'totally pointlesses' seem far more interesting than most things with purpose. Watching 10 straight episodes of a stupid series like Heroes instead of sleeping. Walking to North Campus on to the suspension bridge to smoke a cigarette. Sitting outside in the freezing cold to write a blog entry about nothing.

If my life were to be the sum total of a series of absolutely pointless events/pursuits, would I make a pointless enough point about pointlessness?