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Mid-term break has been decidedly low-key this year (well, except for Friday, but that's most Fridays). Very little random debauchery. Hell, I spent last night watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes in my pajamas. Tonight I was at a mystery party at a friend's house and will likely be in bed before sun-up.
"There's holes punched in the wall/
But it's not like mid-term at all."
Still, all has been well. Not doing complete shit of a course program is working out well - for now. This summer semester will likely send me into giggling fits of madness, as will all of next year, but I'll worry about all that later. Nothing like distraction to help you avoid everything you're working towards.
I wore my dad's old fedora tonight. It worked. Most hats don't - at all. They take the shape of my bulbous, misshapen head, and bunch at the top like a too-large condom. The fedora worked better because it holds its shape regardless; still, I refuse to wear them based on my repulsion at being the "kid in the fedora" that every high school had.
Hats just ain't my style, baby.
My, with such little excitement lately, there seems to be little reason to post. I think that's why I went to Blogspot in the first place, since that lends toward random political/social bitching, rather than the usual personal bitching. But then, no one read it, so there seemed no point.
I should spend a night throwing myself against a building until one of us collapses; then I'd have something to document.
Creative writing is badass, and I'm doing rather well in it. Apparently if I'm landing 80%s, my work is worthy of publication (or so says the professor). That made my month. And I'm not running out of ideas yet, which bodes well for me not failing the fuck out.
I think I might become a private detective. But first, I should watch Laura in preparation for my review tomorrow.
"There's holes punched in the wall/
But it's not like mid-term at all."
Still, all has been well. Not doing complete shit of a course program is working out well - for now. This summer semester will likely send me into giggling fits of madness, as will all of next year, but I'll worry about all that later. Nothing like distraction to help you avoid everything you're working towards.
I wore my dad's old fedora tonight. It worked. Most hats don't - at all. They take the shape of my bulbous, misshapen head, and bunch at the top like a too-large condom. The fedora worked better because it holds its shape regardless; still, I refuse to wear them based on my repulsion at being the "kid in the fedora" that every high school had.
Hats just ain't my style, baby.
My, with such little excitement lately, there seems to be little reason to post. I think that's why I went to Blogspot in the first place, since that lends toward random political/social bitching, rather than the usual personal bitching. But then, no one read it, so there seemed no point.
I should spend a night throwing myself against a building until one of us collapses; then I'd have something to document.
Creative writing is badass, and I'm doing rather well in it. Apparently if I'm landing 80%s, my work is worthy of publication (or so says the professor). That made my month. And I'm not running out of ideas yet, which bodes well for me not failing the fuck out.
I think I might become a private detective. But first, I should watch Laura in preparation for my review tomorrow.