Raw Meat & Egg Yolks

Dear Blogger,

I've registered for classes, and, of course, everything went kind-of-close to according-to-plan. Here's what I'm taking:

• Men and Masculinities
• Introductory Geology (With Keith and Ani!)
• Geology Lab
• Social Psych: Soc Perspectives
• Introduction to Creative Writing

This is pretty good. I got three of the four classes that I wanted. Except that the one class I wanted (Social Research), wouldn't let me in. I think it's because there is a stats class that sociology majors need to take, and I took RDA I in its place, so the interwub got confused and won't accept it. So I e-mailed Dr. Togunde and he told me to bring him the forms to sign, meaning that I can get in, but I'm off-campus so I'm going to call the registar's office in just a minute.

And the Chicago Center also gives us these journals that we have to write in ever day. Meaning that we all put it off to the last minute. On the 15th, we have our third section due, and I've been writing a few entries a day so that I don't need to write them all at the last second and want to kill myself because I'm so bored, like I always am when I write them. Turns out that no matter when I write them, I'm still bored with the assignment. My daily routine isn't so exciting that I have something new, let alone insightful, to say about anything.

(In Senior Composition in high school, we had to do this same assignment. I was just as bored with that, so I started making up story lines. For example, I wrote a lot about a horse I had named Henry, that ran away and got hit by a train near my grandparent's house in Kentucky, which I saw, and which traumatized me for life, and senior year I started having flashbacks. Although, the only reason I got away with this is because Mr. Blair thought I had a great sense of humor and told me that he appreciated my creativity and compared me to James Thurber for some reason.)

The dewey-eyed small-town boy living in a big city and pointing out things that everyone else overlooks from years of experience will only take you so far. It's just dumb.

Suicide is Pa-ai-ai-ai-nless,

Steve