Hey, how's it going? I'm good...if you use 'good' loosely. My classes are going well, my parents are going to be in town this weekend, I have a paper to write (which I'm not looking forward to), and I'm a little stressed about my test Friday. But what else is new...I am a college student after all.

This morning after falling asleep in my first class, I went to my second class, took notes, went to Subway, got a tasty sub, went home, ate sub, fell asleep on the couch, for several hours. It was nice....until 1:10 when I had to get up and go to class.

Here's a poem I wrote...it's not very good, but bear with me.

The Drive

I pull out of the driveway, turn the ever familiar corner.
I’ve made that turn hundreds of times.
It’s different somehow.
I know I won’t be back for a while.
The turn waits for me to come home.
It knows that I’m not there.
That I’ve left and not returned.
It waits.

I turn more corners.
They’ve changed a little since the first time I left.
I take notice.
This light is longer than normal,
I think to myself.
It turns green.
I go.
The toll road welcomes me with a bump.
It stays.

The road is familiar—for a while.
I pass over roads and under.
They are still familiar.
I zone out.
The roads stop being familiar.
I wonder where I am.
The signs tell me.
I don’t understand.
It is foreign.
I feel alone.

The road goes on.
I drive.
Hands caress the wheel.
I have nothing else to do.
A song comes on the radio.
I know it.
My brother used to play it on his guitar.
I wish he was with me now.
He’s not.

I pass a familiar sign.
It says I’ve only an hour to go.
I breathe a sigh.
It’s getting close.
I drive.
The road is friendlier.
I’m not as lonely.
The corners recognize me.

I know them.
They welcome me.
I turn a final corner.
I’ve turned it before.
Many times.
I turn into the driveway.
The ever familiar corner.

Negligence...

My deepest and most humble apologies for being entirely negligent on updating my blog, but I figured that since hardly anyone reads it that the frequency of my updates probably doesn't really matter that much. But oh well. It's Spring Break for those of us at FSU (and UF..maybe some other schools too), and I've celebrated this occasion by going home to Orlando...ah yes, good old Orlando. My mom is in Thailand for the week, so many of the things that are wonderful about home (good food mostly) are absent....I could cook, but I just don't wanna.

I'm supposed to go job hunting tomorrow and I don't quite know what to do about it...because I don't particularly want to, and I really have no idea who to put down for my references, because I've never had a job, and I'm totally isolated from all of my professors/people in control. Oh well, I'll get over it.