...at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.
Yeah...today makes 20 years of life. Huzzah.
Now that that's out of the way, back to the humdrumdoldrums...
Due to difficulties with a certain class (coughcoughsleptthroughthatastronomyexamcough) i'm taking a summer biology course at Mitchell College, literally in my back yard.
That'll kill Monday-Friday mornings, from 9-12, which leaves me...the entire duration of a week otherwise to occupy, ideally with some kind of a moneymaking scheme...what you might call a job, if you're a stickler.
Myself, i don't stickle for nobody.
But i do need to get cracking on the whole earning/saving/having more than $1.50 in the bank. Meh, all in time.
Yeah...New London's not much for much, unless you like being right near da beach, boyeeeee. Of course, my opinion might change if ever i start interacting with local humans who aren't my immediate family, and possibly even find some sort of recreation besides driving back down to the old hometown.
For what it's worth, though, i do enjoy my semi-isolation here. It makes reading a much more tempting pastime, and actually lets me focus on the little pockets of self-improvement that seemd, until lately, purely hypothetical.
Anyway, the off-campus apartment in Storrs next year is apparently back to being a likelihood, which is nice, although the cost of having a car might change my mind.
Otherwise, not a lot goes on for this newly two-decades old tutbeast.
Now that that's out of the way, back to the humdrumdoldrums...
Due to difficulties with a certain class (coughcoughsleptthroughthatastronomyexamcough) i'm taking a summer biology course at Mitchell College, literally in my back yard.
That'll kill Monday-Friday mornings, from 9-12, which leaves me...the entire duration of a week otherwise to occupy, ideally with some kind of a moneymaking scheme...what you might call a job, if you're a stickler.
Myself, i don't stickle for nobody.
But i do need to get cracking on the whole earning/saving/having more than $1.50 in the bank. Meh, all in time.
Yeah...New London's not much for much, unless you like being right near da beach, boyeeeee. Of course, my opinion might change if ever i start interacting with local humans who aren't my immediate family, and possibly even find some sort of recreation besides driving back down to the old hometown.
For what it's worth, though, i do enjoy my semi-isolation here. It makes reading a much more tempting pastime, and actually lets me focus on the little pockets of self-improvement that seemd, until lately, purely hypothetical.
Anyway, the off-campus apartment in Storrs next year is apparently back to being a likelihood, which is nice, although the cost of having a car might change my mind.
Otherwise, not a lot goes on for this newly two-decades old tutbeast.