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School, wow what a trip. My botany professor has brought up space in every class so far, lets see if he makes it number 6 tomorrow. We are learning a good deal about plants though, like why they need calcium, and why cows can get gigantic off of grass, while humans can't even utilize it. Spanish is boring, a necessary evil, time goes by pretty quick in the class though. I ditched it Wednesday and AC and I went piece shopping in OB, he bought a nice small bong. Then of course we christened it at his house and listened to gangsta rap.
And I absolutely love creative writing, it's definitely worth the 5 and a half hour time void. I'm grouped with a 60 year old dyslexic with 4 college degrees, a 75 year old former expert trial witness, a slightly pretentious slightly emo UCSD graduate, and an unweildy and emotionally charged 20 year old. There's a marine too, but I don't like him much. He tries, but he's from New York and puts off this "Thug Lyfe" aura and is pretty proud of being a hired murderer. He's excited that he's being shipped to Iraq in March, that kind of sums it up.
I'm almost done with a second story, it kind of came out of no where as an excersize in class, but now it's become a pretty fun little character development. I could have finished it today but meh, I was beckoned by my subconcious to do other things. I have that and another story I've been plugging at due a week from this Monday. Should be doable, I can finish this current one tomorrow in like half an hour, and the other will take a couple days if I work at it. That leaves still a few days for editting, which is more than enough time to come up with something presentable. It's kind of weird having deadlines, but not as restrictive as one might think, it actually kind of motivates me and makes me excited about putting words on paper. Even if they're bullshit.
I've gone surfing a few times, twice I couldn't even get out, got plenty of dive practice though. I'm timing them better now, and can get the board and myself pretty deep now, and taking one to the face doesn't much phase me any more. I did get to surf today though, couple nice rides and a couple nice wipeouts because I'm trying to take steeper drops. It's kind of intimidating to try and shoot down a 5-6 foot sheer drop on what can be a very clumsy piece of equiptment but it's doable, and if last weeks southern hemi is indication it's what I'm going to have to be able to do. Practice practice practice. I was going to take my brother today, but he had other plans for the early afternoon for the first time since he's gotten back. AC couldn't go either so I was out there by myself as usual. That's alright though, because I'm just Lonesome Cowboy Bill, and I ride that rodeo.
I have to go to sleep soon, but I still have more dilly-dallying to do. But, I dream of Jeanne! Or do I? I'm not sure, I don't really ever remember my dreams. I remember one from last night though, sort of. I was at this camp, it was some kind of correctional thing and I couldn't leave, in the end I graduated from it though. I shook hands with Biff from Back to the Future who was on a skateboard, and made fun of Brian Klein. I was dressed weird but I don't know in what way.
Rastafarai.
And I absolutely love creative writing, it's definitely worth the 5 and a half hour time void. I'm grouped with a 60 year old dyslexic with 4 college degrees, a 75 year old former expert trial witness, a slightly pretentious slightly emo UCSD graduate, and an unweildy and emotionally charged 20 year old. There's a marine too, but I don't like him much. He tries, but he's from New York and puts off this "Thug Lyfe" aura and is pretty proud of being a hired murderer. He's excited that he's being shipped to Iraq in March, that kind of sums it up.
I'm almost done with a second story, it kind of came out of no where as an excersize in class, but now it's become a pretty fun little character development. I could have finished it today but meh, I was beckoned by my subconcious to do other things. I have that and another story I've been plugging at due a week from this Monday. Should be doable, I can finish this current one tomorrow in like half an hour, and the other will take a couple days if I work at it. That leaves still a few days for editting, which is more than enough time to come up with something presentable. It's kind of weird having deadlines, but not as restrictive as one might think, it actually kind of motivates me and makes me excited about putting words on paper. Even if they're bullshit.
I've gone surfing a few times, twice I couldn't even get out, got plenty of dive practice though. I'm timing them better now, and can get the board and myself pretty deep now, and taking one to the face doesn't much phase me any more. I did get to surf today though, couple nice rides and a couple nice wipeouts because I'm trying to take steeper drops. It's kind of intimidating to try and shoot down a 5-6 foot sheer drop on what can be a very clumsy piece of equiptment but it's doable, and if last weeks southern hemi is indication it's what I'm going to have to be able to do. Practice practice practice. I was going to take my brother today, but he had other plans for the early afternoon for the first time since he's gotten back. AC couldn't go either so I was out there by myself as usual. That's alright though, because I'm just Lonesome Cowboy Bill, and I ride that rodeo.
I have to go to sleep soon, but I still have more dilly-dallying to do. But, I dream of Jeanne! Or do I? I'm not sure, I don't really ever remember my dreams. I remember one from last night though, sort of. I was at this camp, it was some kind of correctional thing and I couldn't leave, in the end I graduated from it though. I shook hands with Biff from Back to the Future who was on a skateboard, and made fun of Brian Klein. I was dressed weird but I don't know in what way.
Rastafarai.