Of course the rains came the same time as my torrential readings, it figures. I love this weather, actually, its kind of like one less thing to worry about, sickly pleasing. And my snot green raincoat is the love of my life.
Mostly through existential crisis numbe one of the semester, which leaves me with the dual kicker of being all the more sure of where I am and what I'm doing and why, but restless as all hell for the duration. There will be mayhem this summer though, of that, I am very sure.
Classes are intense, the whole applying myself to the utmost of my potential, perpetually, is still really a new thing. The only way I'm close to staying on top of things is using every minute that I'm not in class to be reading. Every minute that is, that I'm not working in NE, tutoring, hanging with los rusos, or wandering in the park. I've come to the conclusion again, though, that I'm really quite inelloquant. I'm always so pysched whenever I do actually know whats going on in discussions, and I like, fall over myself to be able to participate. And then, well, hella verbal diarehea...Oh, Mean Girls.
I gotta get back to Peggy time, because that more than anything else raises the walls again. I haven't had time to myself, since I left for MD last month, and its starting to make me twitch. Time to myself, and workouts.
Over and Out, 50 some odd pages of "The Ecology of Freedom". And sweet sweet caffeine.
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