the avoidance of homework

I always thought that he word 'homework' would disappear from my vocabulary once I started college. Not because I thought I would have less work to do, (that is certainly not the case) but because that noun seems so.... high school. OK, so I sound ridiculous, never mind that thought for the moment. So, I think that I took a nap earlier...I don't know, I mean I remember lying down at, like, five and then it was just seven...but I remember the time in between as if I was not sleeping. Who knows just one of those weird boring days. That is all I can say. Well, during my one class, the religion one, I again had some sort of renewed hope and felt all...inspired for the day, and it was nice, so nice, so lovely. I never want to leave the words. I feel as if I need them to be said to me forever and always. And is that not a scary fact of life - that I still feel I need (I do) depend on someone's words to get me by. I don't know how to take them with me. How do you take that feeling with you? I don't know, I just wish that I had the strength, or the sense, to take all of that and use it for something better in my life. But, then again, what is really wrong with needing, or dare I say using, another's experience - their knowledge to help you get through your days? Is that not the point of life and each other - to help one another. Oh, how naive I can be. Oh, how my vagueness is so wonderful. Ha! I know what I am talking about and sometimes that is just all that I care about. :) So...lost my track there...hm, I don't know why I am doing so many '...' in this post...
I think that I may be turning into some sort of religious person from all of this inspiration I get, ahh, if only I knew how to take it beyond what I am at this moment....!