Musing

The Year in Review Today, I begin to pack up my things. I've sold all my books and I've claimed all of my "works of art" from the art annex. I've stopped putting things on the to-be-washed pile and instead just started lining them up to be bagged. Stacks of papers are everywhere, making my room look like it has stalagmites of paper coming out of the floor. I haven't really started going through these papers yet, but I know that I have to. It seems like, for some reason, a lot of this year has gone in one ear and out the other without meeting much resistance. Maybe it's just the fact that I know the gen-ed classes are worthless and therefore refuse to pay much attention. Maybe it's the fact that I drained my brain pulling through 20 credit hours (anyone who ever takes this many hours will have a lifetime of awed looks and utmost respect from me). Maybe it's the fact that I've been living with a preppy pimp whose comings and goin...