The great sage, Ferris Bueller, tells us that life move's pretty fast. most of the time i appreciate this. my worst fear is sitting still for too long. but somewhere near the end of a third consecutive eighteen hour day, anybody would want a vacation. don't get me wrong, i love college. the fact is that the world i've chosen to live in demands results, regardless of what I have to do for them. between five classes, a job, a varsity sport,  and some other side projects i'll be writing about in more detail soon, i haven't seen the inside of my dorm room for more than twenty minutes in any of the last few days. i'm probably just ranting from fatigue and general pissedoffness, but sometimes you wonder if sitting still and a treadmill to nowhere aren't really the same thing.