As last week slowly turned into this week, I kept getting hit over and over again by the notion that if I don't cough up 20 minutes or however long it takes to write an entry, this blog would be bound for oblivion. So good thing I saved it, for the sake of all those bored random people hitting next blog and actually reading these things. If you are one of them, I laud you for your discipline. Or something.
My classes have started requiring effort again, and even at semester #9 I still think I'm feeling some vestigial remain of shock that the coursework isn't always the child's play that the first couple weeks are. I had to write two papers last week, and I swear I hate doing that kind of stuff more than anyone who has ever lived. I think I'd rather have a leech on my eyeball than go through the process of typing those things again. Sick.
It looks like another semester of being overcomitted outside of class too. I have to find someone to play bass for me on Sunday, because I won't be able to make practice on wednesday. Of course, there's no question that it will be worth it to see Franz Ferdinand live at the Quest. But I guess my whole point is that I have other stuff I should be doing right now, and my work of perpetuating the blog is done for now anyway. Peace.
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