(I'm sleeping in my room with the door closed, dog wakes up from his bed and decides he wants to hang out with me at 6 am.)
Me:*snort* - uhh...
Dog:I HEAR YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO SIT HERE AND SCREAM UNTIL YOU LET ME IN I JUST WANT TO BE WITH YOU I'M SO BORED WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME YOU ALWAYS TELL ME I'M SO CUTE AND THEN YOU IGNORE ME LIKE THIS JUST OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW ITS REALLY IMPORTANT THAT I HANG OUT WITH YOU YOU'RE MY ONLY FRIEND I NEED TO BE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW THIS HOUSE IS SCARING ME AND YOUR BED IS THE ONLY COMFORTABLE PLACE IN THIS WHOLE HOUSE AND I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE JUST BE WITH ME - !
(this goes on until I finally give in and he comes in and takes half of the bed, passes out in two seconds, and I have to resign to the fact I'm not falling back asleep)
“The one I felt and still feel most is lack of time. I used to have time to think, to reflect, my mind and I. We would sit together of an evening and listen to the inner melodies of the spirit, which one hears only in leisure moments when the words of some loved poet touch a deep, sweet chord in the soul that until then had been silent. But in college there is no time to commune with one’s thoughts. One goes to college to learn, it seems, not to think. When one enters the portals of learning, one leaves the dearest pleasures—solitude, books and imagination—outside with the whispering pines. I suppose I ought to find some comfort in the thought that I am laying up treasures for future enjoyment, but I am improvident enough to prefer present joy to hoarding riches against a rainy day.”