First Summation of the New Year

So here I sit at my computer. Watching. Waiting. Wondering. For the past couple of weeks I haven't really had much to do. I read half of the book "Don't Panic" by Neil Gaiman, wrote a singular poem, had many many many story ideas. Almost RPG'd once. Went to New Richmond to spend time at Randa's house. Its not really monotony, but its not not monotony. Sometimes I find myself wondering where I'm going, other time I just tell myself to shut up and deal with things as they come. On a more positive note, I did get into my film class for next semester, so its not completely wasted. I suppose though, I haven't written one of these since July.

The semester was okay. I dealt with the usual slow-pacedness at the beginning that eventually increased to the point of me not having any time for anything else to do. Never (and I mean never) take a Creative Writing course and an Advanced Composition course at the same time. It is not only a dumb move, but it is just plain retarded. I pulled several all nighter's attempting to meet deadlines, missed many deadlines, but still managed to pull of A's in both of those classes. I got a C+ in my philosophy class though, and that irritated me.

I went to a wedding with Randa and her family. It was her cousin Anne I guess, the first person she told about me. Basically, I was accepted into the family and forced to drink beer because I was not smiling enough. So I did. It wasn't really that forced. Those several months, though, were not all that eventful. Classes. Living in the dorms. Getting trashed. Pissing in my roommate's closet. Falling off of Randa's bedloft and breaking my knee and my wrist. Making an ass of myself. That was the semester in a nutshell. Towards the end, though, things got interesting as I didn't know whether or not I'd be able to be going to school this coming semester. The financial aid office FUCKED me again. That got figured out though. I got a grant. Now I've moved out of the dorms and am fucking the government out of money they no longer need to give me, but have to because they offered it to me.

Christmas was good I suppose. I got present. I gave presents. Now I'm almost broke. The End.