Sick as it sounds, I really get a sense of enjoyment out of writing papers. I don't think that I have to do it enough this semester. Gym provides me with the only poetric paper writing outlet. Words meandering. . . I can do that. Too bad I don't have any clue what skill themes and movement concepts this paper is supposed to be identifying.
Oh, there it is. Textbooks are useful.
Paper = complete.
I've been slacking on my library job of watering the plants. I'm sitting in the computer lab, noticing how badly some of these plants need water. Thursday morning-- that's my mission. It will be done.
I think I'm in too good of a place in life to write introspective blog posts. Things I do on campus: talk to a lot of people about various things, make funny noises with Claire in science class, walk with rhythm so I attract the worm (thanks, Christopher Walken), hang out around the library when I'm not working, work on facebook messages to Beth, think flighty thoughts that could be developed into interesting points if I could stick with them for more than an instant.
I like Tuesdays.
And I can't remember a time in my life that I've been consistently content and/or happy for such an extended period of time. I mean, work can suck, school provides minor annoyances, but man, I'm good.
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Yay!
I was just going to leave it at "yay," because really, that's all that needs to be said, but as I went to post the comment I decided I need to point out the word-verification thing for leaving a comment--the word is "dwgiuv," which made me think of Dwight. And then I laughed.
That is all.
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