Well...
Knocked off theme 1 for honors english. It was pretty easy, just had to bullshit my way through it and make Hemingway seem a whole lot deeper than he is. Basically imbued the paper with my own philosophy on the human fear of death and the importance thereof. I'm sure it'll get a good mark though, it's pretty well constructed and thought out. Now that I'm done with that, I just have some reading to get done by Thursday... like 28 pages, which is nothing. I'm all on top of my work and stuff... no slacking. It's crazy. And I'm not stressed either. I'm just chilling out, doing my own thing and getting it done when I feel like it. It's good. I might start playing hockey. I spoke to the coach today and he said they want me because they only have 15 players so far, and will take anyone of decent ability. I think I fit that description pretty damned easily. Transportation is provided to practice and home games and the team takes a bus to road games. Sounds good to me. Practices Sundays at 6pm I think. Maybe it was am. Can't remember. Anyhow, I gotta get my gear up here if I wanna play some hockey. I'm kinda excited. The idea of it makes me feel alive. I played for a long time and I love the game. I've felt a great impulsive desire to play over and over again these last 2 years. Well... that's that. Thing's with Melanie are magnificent. She gets out of class in 30 minutes and than I'll meet her for dinner. Things are good. The end.