Quenching the desert
Late night ramblings # 2
Seeing that it is currently 3:21am, this is more of an early morning rambling. Winter intercession has trampled any sort of inspiration for me to write or type for my own pleasure. Six weeks of intense Eng 1B narrowed my once limitless imagination down to 5 uniform 8 paragraph essays. Ironically, much of our readings coincided with my true feelings of entrapment, delusion, and mental imprisonment. Winter seems so dreary and is never really my favorite season anyway (cool beans if it is for you). Frequent nap-taking and nail painting appears to help move things along. Genetically, my body is tailored to withstand the humid oven that is summer. Given only 4 days to recover from my estranged relationship with the english language, spring semester begins. What classes am I taking in the spring you say? One of them is Eng 1C
