Because everyone else is and I need a study break.
Year in Review: The first sentence from the first post of every month.
January: "Gawd, I just SLEPT today."
February: "Dancing is occasionaly a religious experience for me."
March: "Nervous breakdown averted."
April: "So I was reading a Sports Illustrated article on this whole baseball/steroids thing, and there was this one comment that really hit me."
May: "I am a Creative Writing major."
June: "And, I'm back."
July: "TV went and got really stupid since I last watched it (about 4 years ago)."
August: "Wow."
September: "I got so used to summer that I forgot how quickly time actually moves when you have something to do everyday."
October: "Not all who wander are lost."
November: "I woke up this morning."
December: "More for my own benefit, really..."
At first I thought that maybe this revealed more about my writing style, than my year, but in retrospect, it's pretty relevant. Except April and July maybe. August is right on target, as is November.
Well, that was fun. Back to...something. I know I can do all this work; it's just a matter of getting to it. And I don't really feel like it. Poopy.
January: "Gawd, I just SLEPT today."
February: "Dancing is occasionaly a religious experience for me."
March: "Nervous breakdown averted."
April: "So I was reading a Sports Illustrated article on this whole baseball/steroids thing, and there was this one comment that really hit me."
May: "I am a Creative Writing major."
June: "And, I'm back."
July: "TV went and got really stupid since I last watched it (about 4 years ago)."
August: "Wow."
September: "I got so used to summer that I forgot how quickly time actually moves when you have something to do everyday."
October: "Not all who wander are lost."
November: "I woke up this morning."
December: "More for my own benefit, really..."
At first I thought that maybe this revealed more about my writing style, than my year, but in retrospect, it's pretty relevant. Except April and July maybe. August is right on target, as is November.
Well, that was fun. Back to...something. I know I can do all this work; it's just a matter of getting to it. And I don't really feel like it. Poopy.