Life is a boogalism
Sometimes when you jump into a trans-dimensional portal you have no idea where you'll pop out, but in this case, I knew I'd be leaving behind the savage (and often hot-pink) world of xanga for for something even better than the clean and crime-free bubble-cities of tomorrow: a blog community by Google, meaning "It's good."
So. I've just finished my 3rd year at OSU, leaving three more terms of study before the wheel turns and it's on to the next one, on to the next one... wasn't it only a few years back when we were all planning out our futures here at college, thinking Now is when my life is in my own hands, Now is when I stake out my claim? And here we are again, poised to head out into unfamiliar parts of the world, driven by ambition, need, or maybe just a sense of adventure. It's a cycle that I hope doesn't repeat itself too many times before my life gains some sense of continuity.
To recap the last term, it's continued to be a hodgepodge of hard-core science, intense musical experiences, getting together with friends not nearly often enough, attempted readings, awkward moments, and pure joy. Tea and a book before bed fell to the wayside after week one, along with every other daily ritual that isn't absolutely necessary to keep a band going or get grades worthy of graduate school. When those regular moments go, events become to life as nuclei to a plasmodial slime. And also, I start saying unboogalistic things like that.
Tomorrow will be a day of newt collecting. Didn't I start my last summer out like this? Turn wheel, turn! -cue that catchy billy joel song
So. I've just finished my 3rd year at OSU, leaving three more terms of study before the wheel turns and it's on to the next one, on to the next one... wasn't it only a few years back when we were all planning out our futures here at college, thinking Now is when my life is in my own hands, Now is when I stake out my claim? And here we are again, poised to head out into unfamiliar parts of the world, driven by ambition, need, or maybe just a sense of adventure. It's a cycle that I hope doesn't repeat itself too many times before my life gains some sense of continuity.
To recap the last term, it's continued to be a hodgepodge of hard-core science, intense musical experiences, getting together with friends not nearly often enough, attempted readings, awkward moments, and pure joy. Tea and a book before bed fell to the wayside after week one, along with every other daily ritual that isn't absolutely necessary to keep a band going or get grades worthy of graduate school. When those regular moments go, events become to life as nuclei to a plasmodial slime. And also, I start saying unboogalistic things like that.
Tomorrow will be a day of newt collecting. Didn't I start my last summer out like this? Turn wheel, turn! -cue that catchy billy joel song
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8:46 AMBuglejism?
But right on about the tenuous sense of continuity.
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