Fragmented notes on return
It is very strange to fly out of Pittsburgh in warm rain (with some fog) and land in Seattle with snow on the ground. Everything is all wrong way around.
Even the vaguely thuggish-looking dude in the giant pants with his hoodie-hood pulled over his baseball cap says "Thank you" to the bus driver.
Walking into my apartment, I am immediately struck by how intensely bright the lighting is, and how it looks clean to the point of being sterile. I must have done some vacuuming before I left.
I've been sorting through a month's worth of mail which arrived while I was gone, and it's full of wonderful Christmas cards and presents and such. Hooray! It's always kind of sad and lonely to arrive back here after being around people for a while, but in spite of that I'm all warm and fuzzy because of my backlog of nice postal things.
Also in the mail is my grade report for this semester. I got a D- in my propaganda class. That's a D-Minus. A DEEEEE FUCKING MINUS, WOOOOO. I am simultaneously pissed off and slightly proud of myself. My cumulative GPA has taken a serious dive. Fuck graphic design.
I am not remotely ready to go back to school. Tough luck, sucker.
Even the vaguely thuggish-looking dude in the giant pants with his hoodie-hood pulled over his baseball cap says "Thank you" to the bus driver.
Walking into my apartment, I am immediately struck by how intensely bright the lighting is, and how it looks clean to the point of being sterile. I must have done some vacuuming before I left.
I've been sorting through a month's worth of mail which arrived while I was gone, and it's full of wonderful Christmas cards and presents and such. Hooray! It's always kind of sad and lonely to arrive back here after being around people for a while, but in spite of that I'm all warm and fuzzy because of my backlog of nice postal things.
Also in the mail is my grade report for this semester. I got a D- in my propaganda class. That's a D-Minus. A DEEEEE FUCKING MINUS, WOOOOO. I am simultaneously pissed off and slightly proud of myself. My cumulative GPA has taken a serious dive. Fuck graphic design.
I am not remotely ready to go back to school. Tough luck, sucker.