CDGA

Took my last final of Winter semester tonight. I have 6 days off, then Spring/Summer classes start.

I really enjoyed this past semester. I had friends in every class, my professors were great, and I learned a lot.

Tomorrow I'm cleaning the kitchen from floor to ceiling. (I've been putting it off for about two weeks now.) Then I am going to get a hair cut, and going for a long ass bike ride. (I might incorporate the two.)

My neighbor's have like 6 kids, (in a 3 bedroom townhouse) and one of their bedroom windows is about 6 feet from where I'm sitting right now. They like to yell all hours of the night, leave Blue Bunny Ice Cream wrappers in front of our townhouse, and generally just be assholes (i.e.: kids).

One positive thing about them is that if someone is blaring music at 2am, when I'm trying to write, I can count on them opening their window, and yelling, "Turn that shit down! I'm trying to sleep!"

Good Times.

Itchy Sweaty Summer Skin

I was going to write a post about how I couldn't accomplish anything today, because I'm so anxious.

After writing, and backspacing over and over, I decided to quit writing.

I'm anxious. (That was easy enough.)

Done.

Purina

Even when the dogs aren't here, my body wakes me up at 6 to feed them.

Work in 4 hours.

the most beautiful silence never heard

I went to the eye doctor yesterday. I was long overdue to get my eyes checked since it had been nearly 9 years since I last had my eyes checked. My left eye hasn't changed in 9 years, where as my right eye has gotten weaker. I ordered 2 pairs of glasses, because 1-The were buy one get one half off and 2-My uncle is my eye doctor, so I get a sweet discount. My sexy specs should arrive in a few weeks. I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty pumped!

Aside from that, it's just same 'ole, same 'ole. I have 3 weeks of Winter classes left, and Summer classes start in 5 weeks. Is it weird that I really like going to college? My professor, who calls me "a keeper" gave me the opportunity to do a performance "piece" at University of Michigan next month, and get college credit for it. I was honestly surprised that she thought I was "good enough" to represent my school, and her as a professor. I told her I'd do it, but instead of paying for the credit, I'm doing it for the fun of it. Is that weird?

Back to the books.