So I'm home for a week, and it feels so good. To be around familiar people in a familiar environment once more. I really do love it up here. No city...and nature and trees and walks in the woods. Yay.
But soon I go back, for three weeks, so I suppose it's okay.
I haven't done any work this week, which means I have a fuck of a lot of work to do next week, but then it's just studying for finals and finals and then it's over for this semester. woot.
Something tells me I won't study enough for finals though...it just seems like something I would do.
But after this week of hell I'm going to play bass a lot I hope. Hasn't really happened in a while. I want to start learning stuff on guitar too.
I should start playing more formally and actually get somewhere.
So I'm giving some thought to next semester and I really don't think I should do Directed Studies anymore. As much as I would like to, and it seems pointless to have taken the first semester if I'm not going to do the seceond semester...'cause that's the stuff I really wanted to do, but it just seems like it would hold me back more and I could be taking classes that interest me a lot more. Woo...run on sentance. I was looking at the classes I would take if I didn't do D.S. and they are stuff that I really should take and really would get into...I dunno. I'll have to decide on that sometime.
So this week has had some unexpected results. Things that should be really good, but I'm still uneasy about. But hopefully they work out well...I dunno.
Going back to school is going to be very weird. Unnatural. Thank god it's only for three weeks. I really can't wait for that to be over. I'm anxious to start a new semester though. I'm tired of the classes I'm currently taking. I need something new. Which is another reason I might drop D.S. Hmm. I dunno.
I want to play bass and pleasure read like a motherfucker.
Work tonight. At my job up here. That's pretty exciting.