At the moment of this posting I have just finished all my day classes. After the agonizing 80 minute drive and the intensely crappy Drawing class teacher I have decided to switch out of that class and either take the same class at the closer campus or take a later class. That aside I love my history classes. My World History teacher is the coolest teacher in the history teachers. Just an absolute pleasure. And my art history class looks to be intense but I can't wait to learn about this stuff. The only two things bothering me right now is the fact that my expositionary writing class isn't until 6pm and lasts till 8:30 and that I feel kinda shitty right now. My body is a complete wreck right now and now that I'm back with school AND work its gonna only get worse. I need a nap really bad. But the good outweighs the bad at the moment and I'll have plenty of time to rest up tomorrow.
On a sidenote, I've been fiddling around with this writing exercise. I guess you could call it a poem but its more of a poem in a Beowulf/Dante Alighieri sort of way. A really dense narrative telling a weird story. Influenced by the Divine Comedy, Beowulf(like I said)The Mars Volta, Pink Floyd, psychadelic drugs and Grant Morrison. I decided to post it on here so if you see weird gibberish in my blog that would be it.
On a sidenote, I've been fiddling around with this writing exercise. I guess you could call it a poem but its more of a poem in a Beowulf/Dante Alighieri sort of way. A really dense narrative telling a weird story. Influenced by the Divine Comedy, Beowulf(like I said)The Mars Volta, Pink Floyd, psychadelic drugs and Grant Morrison. I decided to post it on here so if you see weird gibberish in my blog that would be it.
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Good job!