media noche

The summer went by too fast, and now it's time to move on again. It's funny. I met 6 muslims in my all girls coop this summer, and 5 of them were boys.

Anyway. It's midnight. Midnight happens every 24 hours. Every midnight is different. The last midnight that I lived through, I was laying on the cement, with my feet on a bench and listening to classical music wafting through the air from someone's room. A cockaroach crawled near my head and I batted it away.

This midnight I am sitting at my computer. Now I am going to go and clean my room.