Oh, why not.
So, I looked on lj for the first time in what seems like months last week. Now I'm sitting on the roof of the co-op (I get internet on the roof but for some reason not in my room). The sun is nearing its set, and the it just slipped past some of the scattered clouds. I have a shadow now. It's a bitchin' shadow.
So, since there might be a couple people who might read this who might care what might be going on with me, I should say that things are fine. Co-op living is pretty spectacular. We had an impromptu bagpipe concert on the porch last night by a really talented player. Among many other things. I'm quitting work I think after two weeks. Full class load + marching band + co-op chores + work = too much shit. Even though I have all of nine pages of paper to write between my TWO upper division english courses. And I'm taking general physics. My calculator doesn't have batteries so I've been doing all the math for it long hand. That's right, I rock at long division. That's all pretty cursory. The true story is that my brain seems to have shut down to some extent, I've been even more quiet than normal, and I've formulated a plan today to begin working on a writing project that will pull me out of this funk.
And stuff.
And stuff.
And stuff.
The end.
So, since there might be a couple people who might read this who might care what might be going on with me, I should say that things are fine. Co-op living is pretty spectacular. We had an impromptu bagpipe concert on the porch last night by a really talented player. Among many other things. I'm quitting work I think after two weeks. Full class load + marching band + co-op chores + work = too much shit. Even though I have all of nine pages of paper to write between my TWO upper division english courses. And I'm taking general physics. My calculator doesn't have batteries so I've been doing all the math for it long hand. That's right, I rock at long division. That's all pretty cursory. The true story is that my brain seems to have shut down to some extent, I've been even more quiet than normal, and I've formulated a plan today to begin working on a writing project that will pull me out of this funk.
And stuff.
And stuff.
And stuff.
The end.