WAG - I(t) figure(s)...
Every time I start to put together a decent string of posts, life riles up and threatens to buck me if I don't hang on tight enough.
For those of you joining this rant late, this is another tirade in the regularly appearing series of "Boy, is that boy busy!"
It feels like I've been doing a bit of everything from downing "suicide drinks" (I can now say I've eaten octopus) in a Fear Factor-like contest, I have harrassed state represenatives from one side of the state to the next, I've had my big story continuously bumped and held for retooling (I'm told I have the start to two great articles and I'm better off splitting it up than throwing them both together and having less to write about next time), I've tearing my way through Orwell's 1984, I beat another one of my roommate's X-Box games (Dues Ex: Invisible War, all four endings), I snuck into a closed dorm (Defoe) to count the number of bulletin boards, I met a new secretary in the Residencial Life office, I have almost purchased all the ingredients necessary to bake corn bread, I am less than a week away from my birthday, I have combed through hundreds of articles, and I seem to be doing well in my criminology class despite the fact I fall asleep/zone out every time I attend.
I'm learning a lot this summer. I don't know how much I've learned will be represented in grades, but I am certainly enjoying myself.
Either that or I'm insane and I've been moving too fast to notice.
On further reflection, it's probably a combination of the two.
Here's hoping the speed keeps the side affects from hitting me long enough to make it to the other side of summer.
Think I'll make it?
Here's a hint: Tomorrow I'm slated to go on a mini road trip for the Missourian to collect the latest financial records for the candidates in the major races at the capitol.
I think that should do the trick.
'Mr_Smith_is_going_to_JC'
