Various ramblings
Well, tomorrow is the last day of my summer job. It was good experience, and a nice bank account filler. I might want to do something more mentally stimulating next summer, but . . . knowing me, I'll end up with the same job because that's easier than looking for a new one.
This leaves two weeks, exactly, before I go back to school. And I absolutely can't wait. Not that this summer hasn't been fun, but . . . I mean, Grinnell is Grinnell. And I love it.
I miss the months like October and November. I can only take so much of the D.C. summer air, so humid that it feels like you're swimming--I was born for the crisp, burnt-smelling autumn dusks, when you have to wear sweaters and shoes.
I want more music. Someone tell me something interesting to download. Something well-written, with good strings.
Ahem, well. That was inarticulate.
This leaves two weeks, exactly, before I go back to school. And I absolutely can't wait. Not that this summer hasn't been fun, but . . . I mean, Grinnell is Grinnell. And I love it.
I miss the months like October and November. I can only take so much of the D.C. summer air, so humid that it feels like you're swimming--I was born for the crisp, burnt-smelling autumn dusks, when you have to wear sweaters and shoes.
I want more music. Someone tell me something interesting to download. Something well-written, with good strings.
Ahem, well. That was inarticulate.