Well. It's been a few months. More than six, which in the life of a college student means that millennia have passed. A few things happened, which I shall conveniently lay out in a bullet-point list because I'm too lazy to write full sentences and you're too lazy to read them.
- Europe!
- genetics research
- class
- New Student orientation!
- wistful thoughts
- Rumbleroar
- Jhogurt and Sarah
- Eco clamshell
- job searching
- Hearst Castle which became Huntington Gardens
- licking lampposts in winter
- college, college, college
The minimalist approach adds some pizazz while making my summer and fall semester seem mysterious, if not exciting. Other happenstances have occurred, as well, but telling them would mean indelicate exposure of a metaphysical variety.
It is the eve of Thanksgiving Eve, and tomorrow will hopefully see me safely home, back in neighborhoods of boundless familiarity, back into the coddling, codifying arms of family piled upon extensive and excessive family relations. I purposely wax poetic; we're meandering through Milton in British Literature.
Note to self: seven months connotes a shift in writing style to be termed: "college apathetic."
