A man who is a master of patience is a master of everything else.

Too bad I'm not a master of patience. I'm the complete opposite, actually.


So I'm on the wait list to go to Angelus Oaks. Thought to hell with it - one of my resolutions this year was to take a trip down to California, so I don't see why this can't be another reason to go. To hell with the fact that I'm a broke student. To hell with the fact that I'm going to check my email everyday now (which I hate to do) in order to see if I get off that waitlist. To hell with the fact that I have severely allergic reactions to mosquito bites.


The moral of the story is that sometimes, you have to get malaria in order to find yourself.