Nothing of signifigance. I live by streams of consiousness.
Quarter nearly over, I'll have a week to do nothing (well, minus work). Heavenly bliss, I'm lockin' my doors, unplugging my phone and going to sleep. Maybe I'll read. Maybe I'll paint.
In reality, I'm going to see about finally getting my wisdom teeth ripped out of my head. While not as nice as actively relaxing, I suppose spending 4 or 5 days in an opiodic haze counts.
School is boring to everyone but me, so I don't talk about it much. Work isn't boring to everyone but me, but usually isn't worth talking about.
I think, instead of posting individual random links and news stories, I'll just round them all up and make a weekly entry with my biased and unfounded (but usually entertaining) opinion on each article or piece. Hmm, that's basically what a blog is, isn't it?
My ass hurts for no apparent reason that I can fathom.
In reality, I'm going to see about finally getting my wisdom teeth ripped out of my head. While not as nice as actively relaxing, I suppose spending 4 or 5 days in an opiodic haze counts.
School is boring to everyone but me, so I don't talk about it much. Work isn't boring to everyone but me, but usually isn't worth talking about.
I think, instead of posting individual random links and news stories, I'll just round them all up and make a weekly entry with my biased and unfounded (but usually entertaining) opinion on each article or piece. Hmm, that's basically what a blog is, isn't it?
My ass hurts for no apparent reason that I can fathom.