My skin is dry
Since my last rant about the bounds of political correctness I've gotten a tad lazy about this. I would like to tell you I've set out and waged a one man crusade against liberal opression, but I haven't. I would also like to tell you my beloved Wildcats look on top of their game and waxed the floor with both UNC and IU, but they haven't. I could tell you that I've decided what to do when I graduate in May, and that it's some awesome plan that will get me to where I want to be, but I can't. So what have I been doing exactly? Pretty much nothing. While everyone is busying themselves with finals, I find myself in a state where I couldn't care less, just repeating my mantra of "It will get done."
I guess winter does this to a person. Makes them more conservative, a little more tired of the daily grind. I suppose, then, it makes sense when the snow peels back to reveal the grass and flowers start blooming in Spring that people just go haywire, marrying the first person that comes along.
And while this post hasn't exactly flowed, it sorta represents my current mood. Kinda broken, not real smooth. Too many questions and too few answers.
I guess winter does this to a person. Makes them more conservative, a little more tired of the daily grind. I suppose, then, it makes sense when the snow peels back to reveal the grass and flowers start blooming in Spring that people just go haywire, marrying the first person that comes along.
And while this post hasn't exactly flowed, it sorta represents my current mood. Kinda broken, not real smooth. Too many questions and too few answers.