spring semester passes
Hello. It's been a while. Spring semester has passed. I was very excited about it's advent in my last entry. It ended up being really good. I think that now I have as much of a niche at case as I ever will. I'm happy with it. I've fallen in amongst a few misfits. I am living with them over the course of next year.
My studies really paid off last semester. I feel like I've finally gotten somewhere and achieved a new degree of understanding, though I realize that this is just the beginning, if anything.
I had a major breakthrough with Lacan. On the day things clicked, it was like being hit by a train in my head. I can't remember any exact moment of realization, just that things were different after the passing of an uncertain amount of time. My thought crashed, I got my bearings, and then words came at me differently from the pages resting in my lap. It feels like I've been around a mobius strip. Now everyone talks backwards, though. Curious? Probably not. Acceptable.
I am back at home for the summer. I wouldn't have been able to take the courses I wanted had I gone overseas. I decided I'd rather spend time with my friends and work on personal projects. I've purchased some things for my drumset and some recording equipment. I've been reading more lately, too, which feels good. I feel a sense of urgency after finally finding value in my studies after two years at school, like I have a lot of catching up to do. Getting some reading done alleviates this feeling, somewhat.
I don't really like writing in here. I can't do it without thinking of people reading it, and this usually makes me at least a little anxious. I write on paper, now. You know where to find me and how to contact me in the event that you, whoever you may be, wish to do so.
My studies really paid off last semester. I feel like I've finally gotten somewhere and achieved a new degree of understanding, though I realize that this is just the beginning, if anything.
I had a major breakthrough with Lacan. On the day things clicked, it was like being hit by a train in my head. I can't remember any exact moment of realization, just that things were different after the passing of an uncertain amount of time. My thought crashed, I got my bearings, and then words came at me differently from the pages resting in my lap. It feels like I've been around a mobius strip. Now everyone talks backwards, though. Curious? Probably not. Acceptable.
I am back at home for the summer. I wouldn't have been able to take the courses I wanted had I gone overseas. I decided I'd rather spend time with my friends and work on personal projects. I've purchased some things for my drumset and some recording equipment. I've been reading more lately, too, which feels good. I feel a sense of urgency after finally finding value in my studies after two years at school, like I have a lot of catching up to do. Getting some reading done alleviates this feeling, somewhat.
I don't really like writing in here. I can't do it without thinking of people reading it, and this usually makes me at least a little anxious. I write on paper, now. You know where to find me and how to contact me in the event that you, whoever you may be, wish to do so.