A Dilemming lemming

Two in the morning and it's one of those great ponderous moment while my roommate is changing her bedsheets after living it up in Switzerland for the past eight days.

The past eight weeks. Feels like it's passing too fast. My greatest dilemma is not if I should skip classes. How many, is the question. And how feasible.

Ever get the impression that new things are fleeting until they're familiar? Familiarity and attachment are kind of on separate continuums. At least, that is the image in my head; they diverge somewhere. A friend (with pretty brown eyes) leaves for home tomorrow - far too soon. And it was with some, perhaps slightly unexpected, sorrow that I bid a drawn-out farewell in between bouts of Macarena & the most famous German song in the world (according to the Germans). (It's all about timing - leave before the next song is played else you'll get pulled into the conga-line all too quickly.)

Fleeting is when the friendship's at the border of I just met you and Let's hangout more often. Then the earth caves and you're reflexively grasping at the other person's hand. Familiarity is pieces of old friends you see in the new. Like the slow smiles, bear hugs on tiptoes (cos people are generally tall around here) and random dancing to the music, which remind me of the lovely pals from Chile. Attachment is discovering how the new complements the familiarity, realising that they reflect some part of yourself, and liking it (narcissism?).

var AmIMakingSense?
if(AmIMakingSense? == True)
   print ('Well&Good.');
else
   print ('It's 3am. What do you expect.');

Probably 10 000 errors with the syntax. I kind of miss programming.