Why am I still awake? Damn. I guess sleeping in until two in the afternoon everyday does have a tendancy to screw up sleeping patterns.
My last week here in the Magic City is coming to a quick and decisive end. In some ways I'll be glad I'm back in college, learning, expanding, growing. But on the same token, I'm a little melancholy over the process of leaving my parents, packing, unpacking, buying books, buying groceries, etc. More or less I see it as another thing I have to re-adapt to.
Josh, a good friend who spent last semester in Wales, is already in Missoula and will be throwing a LAN party the night I get in. It's good to know I already have something to do the instant I enter that town. Personally, I've never enjoyed driving into that city: there's a few bends in the highway, which itself is squeezed between the feet of mountains, and then bang! now you're entering Missoula. It's like all of the sudden the anxiety manifests itself and explodes. I feel uncomfortable, nervous, saddened, hopeful.
Freshman year I was scared shitless, being the awkward, socially inept, quiet kid I was (still am).
Sophomore year I was probably as excited and hopeful as I can ever remember being. Then I got a girlfriend a few weeks later...
Junior year I was broken down to the very elements of being. I came to believe the world was cruel, manipulative, and meaningless.
Senior year has yet to be written, but lately I have been trying to redeem those exact emotions I had walking into my second year. I've been getting there, but there are plenty of divergences along that path.
Semester looks like this:
Intermediate Weightlifting, one credit
Hist 370: Women in America: Revolution to Civil War. 3 credits.
Hist 381: Modern Japanese History. 3 credits.
Art 102: Art History. 3 credits.
Art 204: Intro to Art Criticism. 3 credits.
Art 381: Early Roman and Christian Art. 3 credits.
The schedule from day-to-day life is a little messed up, but I'll adjust to it.
I only asked for one thing today and that was for the air conditioning to be left on during the night. Because my parents (more like my sister) have turned it off, my cheeks are accumulating sweat beads. Gross. Uncomfortable.
That's all there is nothing to report. I get my hood fixed today, but other than that, I'm sitting in front of the computer playing WC3: TFT.
My last week here in the Magic City is coming to a quick and decisive end. In some ways I'll be glad I'm back in college, learning, expanding, growing. But on the same token, I'm a little melancholy over the process of leaving my parents, packing, unpacking, buying books, buying groceries, etc. More or less I see it as another thing I have to re-adapt to.
Josh, a good friend who spent last semester in Wales, is already in Missoula and will be throwing a LAN party the night I get in. It's good to know I already have something to do the instant I enter that town. Personally, I've never enjoyed driving into that city: there's a few bends in the highway, which itself is squeezed between the feet of mountains, and then bang! now you're entering Missoula. It's like all of the sudden the anxiety manifests itself and explodes. I feel uncomfortable, nervous, saddened, hopeful.
Freshman year I was scared shitless, being the awkward, socially inept, quiet kid I was (still am).
Sophomore year I was probably as excited and hopeful as I can ever remember being. Then I got a girlfriend a few weeks later...
Junior year I was broken down to the very elements of being. I came to believe the world was cruel, manipulative, and meaningless.
Senior year has yet to be written, but lately I have been trying to redeem those exact emotions I had walking into my second year. I've been getting there, but there are plenty of divergences along that path.
Semester looks like this:
Intermediate Weightlifting, one credit
Hist 370: Women in America: Revolution to Civil War. 3 credits.
Hist 381: Modern Japanese History. 3 credits.
Art 102: Art History. 3 credits.
Art 204: Intro to Art Criticism. 3 credits.
Art 381: Early Roman and Christian Art. 3 credits.
The schedule from day-to-day life is a little messed up, but I'll adjust to it.
I only asked for one thing today and that was for the air conditioning to be left on during the night. Because my parents (more like my sister) have turned it off, my cheeks are accumulating sweat beads. Gross. Uncomfortable.
That's all there is nothing to report. I get my hood fixed today, but other than that, I'm sitting in front of the computer playing WC3: TFT.
xmilitaryxmikex:
I think it's so odd youre classes are these very specific who-gives-a-shit? classes. Maybe that's just being a 4 year college. I'd just try to take "normal" and applicable classes towards my degree (which is Business). This semester, though, I have a Geology lecture and lab for one of my science requirements and a Business Communications class. My other 2 classes are Intro to Psychology and Music Appreciation just fill in elective requirements. I can never get into a damn PE class because it's like the first thing to go during registration. 
xmilitaryxmikex:
it's not like I'll be gone tomorrow, but like I told you before, get a Myspace and add me if you want to get in touch.