the happy prodigal returns. yes make threads and fail to facilitate discussion. go you.
in reality, i just feel really guilty because i haven't drawn ch1yo a thing yet. i have a tablet okay. i have no excuse except a debilitating perfectionism.
i read somewhere that surfing the web simulates a dreamlike state. no wonder it occupies so much of my time. i'm always dreaming about doing things that i never get around to doing.
recently calculated my gpa and i don't feel too awful. am helping with move-in and the freshmen instill a sense of wonder. it's infectious. i need to design a flyer for anime club by saturday but my roommate keeps dragging me out to do things. i have learned how to make congee with thousand year egg. the asian-ness is permeating my very being.
school in less than a week--orgo and physics. casually fell in love with a random professor because he has such great taste in movies. as you can see, generally making good life decisions.
did i tell you? i accidentally sent in a draft of a poem to a college publication about my ex, but i didn't intend to send it, it was just in the same document as the actual submission, and they decided to accept it without edits. it is so gay. well whatever.
and i have moved out of cockroach hell. and yeah. basically nothing important that i want to say here. hugeass cicadas keep falling out of the trees.