First of all, I’d like to give a shout-out to the audience I’m now conscious of. I appreciate the provision of the proper link to this site from “againstourwill,” as well.
It’s cool that at least somebody is tuning in to my blog. I half-expected it to be completely ignored, however, and I would likely have started to post more personal reflections and wild ideas from the corners of my mind if I had not finally gotten a response from another person. So, sorry for those who might be cruising for something spicy, but this daily is going to get relatively vanilla. (Flavor metaphors still abound, though.)
I will let the public know, however, that I had a bit of a crisis with a tedious Linguistics project (that big one I’ve been talking about) today, wondering whether or not I could complete it properly, and whether I should just forget about it and take a hit in the GPA (it’s worth 50%). But then I realized that would result in a course failure, requiring my taking yet another three credits some other time. So after that and a little pep talk from my #1 motivator, my mother, I resolved to hold it off until the morning and try my best at it. If I may so brag (see, now I’m humble in my posts!), I expect A’s in each of my four other classes this semester, so even a D in Linguistics would allow a pretty good semester GPA.
If there are any fans of prog metal out there, check out Between the Buried and Me’s new album “Colors.” Yea, it’s the blog’s namesake; this album is pretty much a sacred entity to me right now. To prevent myself from curling up in a ball of self-hatred because of my near-forfeiture tonight, I turned on my iPod to this album. It essentially flows as one song for a little over an hour, though the content is very diverse. With this album I’ve drawn parallels to the flow of life through time, and that “deep shit” parallel was the straw that broke the blog-hating camel’s back, so now whenever another one of those great ideas comes along, this blog is here.
