"the inner-machinations of my mind are an enigma"

I don't think Architecture is for me. At least not yet. I'm not completely deciding yet. I'm waiting til the end of semester at least.
It isn't something that completely consumes me... that manipulates my thoughts and words at all levels of consciousness. When reading Kath's blog about how film consumed her, I couldn't quite point to a similar feeling in myself for Architecture. Now, granted I haven't gotten into the nitty-gritty of it yet, so it's hard to judge. but she hasn't gotten into the nitty-gritty of film either. (I hope it's okay that I referenced you, Kath. lol ;) )

Before falling asleep, sometimes I conjugate verbs in French. Or in Latin, if I still remember them. when I wake up, in the dullest and most obscure moments of consciousness, I still continue to do so. it's as if the language is becoming an indelible part of me... latching onto every fiber, mingling with my blood and tissue. I used to do the same thing for chord progressions. While lying in bed, I used to map out a simple series of chords in my head, repeatedly. I, IV, V, and V7 resolves to I... or I'd think of songs that I had memorized and then I'd try to analyze them theoretically. and it, too, was one of those things that continued even when I awoke. and, occasionally, continued on into my sleep.

To me, I think this is passion. Not entirely of course: true passion manifests itself in action. but I believe that these half-conscious thought processes are simple manifestations of passion. something that consumes you at all hours... even when you're not completely capable of understanding.
but then again, what do I know of passion or of art? I've become complacent and satisfied. when is the last time I've struggled for something?