Et cetera
Today I sat in Washington Square Park and read "The Hobbit".
And there were break dancing Ninjas.
I shit you not, people.
Anyway, I think it's time for a serious update. To be brief - My life is on crack.
18 credits, two jobs - granted, one of which is limited enough that it could be more of an extracurricular, but I still get paid for it (whereas the one I work 8-12 hours a week at is an unpaid internship) - and much planning, writing, filing, etc. to do.
However, with each passing day my life seems to increase in terms of entropic entertainment; either that or I find the status quo so disquieting that I feel the need to will such farcical episodes as have been occurring into my life. (See above). If anything, it is consoling that the true nature of my life is with me to stay. And if that means occasional late-night telecommunication melees in which we bat about unrequited love, narcotics, food service, art, and Freudian theories of sexuality, so be it (don't ask). Bring on the sexy stuffs.
And there were break dancing Ninjas.
I shit you not, people.
Anyway, I think it's time for a serious update. To be brief - My life is on crack.
18 credits, two jobs - granted, one of which is limited enough that it could be more of an extracurricular, but I still get paid for it (whereas the one I work 8-12 hours a week at is an unpaid internship) - and much planning, writing, filing, etc. to do.
However, with each passing day my life seems to increase in terms of entropic entertainment; either that or I find the status quo so disquieting that I feel the need to will such farcical episodes as have been occurring into my life. (See above). If anything, it is consoling that the true nature of my life is with me to stay. And if that means occasional late-night telecommunication melees in which we bat about unrequited love, narcotics, food service, art, and Freudian theories of sexuality, so be it (don't ask). Bring on the sexy stuffs.