Oddly, the more to say the less time to write.
I missed August. I'd actually really appreciate if someone could find August for me...I always thought having a little break was supposed to give you time, but somewhere between the nethack and playing catch-up on dental/doctor/advising appointments it just evaporated, and I don't want to miss September as well.
This is September. September 19th, that makes me "officially" 19.5 (by coincidence...not like I notice this much). Damn, next birthday is number twenty. In any case, look around hard, because September only comes once a year. (Yes, with the dreadful weather it's hard to believe that we've found September and didn't just get stuck looping August, but that's beside the point.)
The summer session went well for me...took (and, well, re-took) 12 hours, all A's. Perhaps this left me cheeky and a little too ambitious, as I waffle from minute to minute about my fall schedule between too excited to contain myself and wondering if it wouldn't just be simpler (and less time-consuming) to jump off a tall bridge. I registered for all these classes, and now I couldn't pick one to drop if I tried. And maybe I shouldn't...we'll see how the first tests go. Organic is tomorrow!
Acutally, I think the problem with the summerish months is that I don't go outside in them. Even after quitting I haven't shifted my schedule around (I must admit it's nice to see Tim off in the morning) so I'm not awake to "experience" July or August at any of the times one might want to experience those months...I just run through them, in a hurry to get to class (or otherwise back indoors). But hey, we've got an equinox coming up, and the temperature will fall, and Autumn is going to be all lovely and happy and fun just as soon as someone will turn down the dratted photons.
I only have one can of Diet Coke left. My world will be far less pleasant this time tomorrow.
This is September. September 19th, that makes me "officially" 19.5 (by coincidence...not like I notice this much). Damn, next birthday is number twenty. In any case, look around hard, because September only comes once a year. (Yes, with the dreadful weather it's hard to believe that we've found September and didn't just get stuck looping August, but that's beside the point.)
The summer session went well for me...took (and, well, re-took) 12 hours, all A's. Perhaps this left me cheeky and a little too ambitious, as I waffle from minute to minute about my fall schedule between too excited to contain myself and wondering if it wouldn't just be simpler (and less time-consuming) to jump off a tall bridge. I registered for all these classes, and now I couldn't pick one to drop if I tried. And maybe I shouldn't...we'll see how the first tests go. Organic is tomorrow!
Acutally, I think the problem with the summerish months is that I don't go outside in them. Even after quitting I haven't shifted my schedule around (I must admit it's nice to see Tim off in the morning) so I'm not awake to "experience" July or August at any of the times one might want to experience those months...I just run through them, in a hurry to get to class (or otherwise back indoors). But hey, we've got an equinox coming up, and the temperature will fall, and Autumn is going to be all lovely and happy and fun just as soon as someone will turn down the dratted photons.
I only have one can of Diet Coke left. My world will be far less pleasant this time tomorrow.