hmm as i'm writing, or in this case vomiting words, i'm starting to feel a lot better. I've noticed that lately. I walk around a lot having conversations with myself about nothing really and never really consciously recognizing that im talking to myself until recently. now ill be sitting there in the middle of one when suddenly, I think, " ooo, that would be a really good thing to write about..." the sucky part continues, however, when later that night, mostly week, I sit down and go to write and find myself drawing blank after blank having completely forgotten my 'brilliant' ideas.[ side comment, so I'm sitting on the porch of my school at the moment typing this up, not by preference but from obligation, I'm an RA here, they needed people to man the check-in desk and I'm the only one without a life. So anyway, this little old couple drove up to Main got out started taking pictures- with me in them mind you- and as it turns out when they finally made it up to me, the little old lady is a former alumni from 1957! pretty cool ey!]
my self consciousness in writing is only heightened by my university experience. I finally made it back to school this last May after a two year absence- given i was working for the Lord, but still-. In what i thought to be a smart move I traded my Middle Eastern politics class, because it required me to read an average of 80 size 5 font pages every night during the month long course [ another side note, I'm going to Montreal in about 2 days and just got a text from Phil informing me that we're going to the movies on tuesday! oh, i can't wait, I'm going to try to post my to-do wish list for montreal before i actually head out.] for an ARH course titled Saints Signs and Symbols with promises of an easy A and interesting never going to use random info about paintings. I totally sound like a slacker but on my defense, it was my first 'semester' back at school and i was also registered for Interm. Logic with Jones which had been making me sweat since i had gotten in the car in provo with s.coffin to drive across the country. I needed to finish the term strong in order to pump myself up for the rest of the school year. Anywho, so as is with most stories that are told, I came in to a rude awakening when on my syllabus I saw a paper assignment due the last week of the term. The course professor also turned out to be the Dr. Madison Sowell- only the foremost expert on dante and random stuff-. As the events continued their progression, my paper was graded as being of mediocre calibre with a really nice 80%, it was more of a 79, but he gave me the extra 1 point for effort. Needless to say, I didn't get an A in the class, or maybe i did, it was an A disguised as a B+, again the + for effort. This whole random story for my point, on the back of my sheet, his comment was, " blah,blah... a manual in style and writing". with a " read it. Kind regards, M. Sowell".
Yup, I'm a loser.
and because of that, I posted one of my favorite songs underneath this post. ( again a fallacy of sorts because there is no real valid connection for the post story and the song, seeing as how the song is more related to my feelings about AZ).