fresh/frozen
tomorrow is the last day of classes, and i'm pumped. kinda pumped. ok, just get it over with.
statistics final, gross. will, emma and i studied for a bit at the library, running into 60% of the class in little pockets, all with sunken but determined eyes. we went home at 11:30, where i proceeded to cook salmon from home. brain food.
a seemingly homeless man took up residence in my social capital class this afternoon. our discussion was on community building, and everyone else assumed he was there for a reason. he came in shortly after class started, sat in the back of the room, took out a pen and paper and took notes. he nodded at points we made, drank from his paper bag-wrapped 40 (master cylinder) and twirled a frisbee. Emily thought he was a Beloit dad (obviously didn't see the 40) and charles had his sociological imagination working overtime. he left unprovoked at about quarter to two.
this will be the first christmas season where i don't see my parents. i don't begrudge not getting the opportunity, it's really just more of a 'what now?' situation.
we've got a snow emergency on our hands, and the sky is heavy waiting to dump. we're expected six inches overnight.
notes: the girl is a rockstar and reminds me of jessie.
i'm really unexcited about brokeback mountain as a stopover in our holland drive.
i don't care about the apathy problem
statistics final, gross. will, emma and i studied for a bit at the library, running into 60% of the class in little pockets, all with sunken but determined eyes. we went home at 11:30, where i proceeded to cook salmon from home. brain food.
a seemingly homeless man took up residence in my social capital class this afternoon. our discussion was on community building, and everyone else assumed he was there for a reason. he came in shortly after class started, sat in the back of the room, took out a pen and paper and took notes. he nodded at points we made, drank from his paper bag-wrapped 40 (master cylinder) and twirled a frisbee. Emily thought he was a Beloit dad (obviously didn't see the 40) and charles had his sociological imagination working overtime. he left unprovoked at about quarter to two.
this will be the first christmas season where i don't see my parents. i don't begrudge not getting the opportunity, it's really just more of a 'what now?' situation.
we've got a snow emergency on our hands, and the sky is heavy waiting to dump. we're expected six inches overnight.
notes: the girl is a rockstar and reminds me of jessie.
i'm really unexcited about brokeback mountain as a stopover in our holland drive.
i don't care about the apathy problem