termination

fail.
my internet is still allergic to me. and the internet on campus is about as slow as molasses on a winter's morn. (NAME WHO SAYS IT!) therefore, i'm killing this 30 days thing dead. 
man.
i was really hoping i'd finish it.
but since i was also really hoping i'd finish it by, like, a while ago, i don't feel too guilty about it.
besides, we're starting the essay unit in my creative writing class, so the stream-of-consciousness kind of rubbish spewing that is characteristic of my blog in days of yore will be much more beneficial than some contrived and reluctantly-written fluff about a given topic. AMIRIGHT?! i'mright.


anyway, i don't have much i can say about life on a blog. life is golden and grey, but mostly somewhere in between, and some days it's blinding whichever way. last week was golden, this week is grey. i had soup for lunch, i found a hole in my shoe, i buttoned my coat all the way up. and the earth still moves, and i still brush my hair, and i still sleep under the same stars, and i'm still grateful to breathe. but, you know, sometimes things get grey. as long as i don't forget color, i'll be all right.


on a less cryptic note, i've started a band. so far we have three ukuleles, a glockenspiel, an amp-less bass guitar, two harmonicas, a musical rookie, a ukelelist, a couple singing voices, a drummer, a pianist, and a familiarity with the song "you & i" by ingrid michaelson. i think we'll go pretty far. now all we need is a name. any ideas?


well. i have an astronomy review in a half hour that i really don't want to attend, but i know i must.
HA! 
SELF-MASTERY, HERE I COME!!
well, everything has to start somewhere, amiright?
i'mright.

what i wouldn't do -- a fine frenzy

good morning fire eater -- copeland

not allowed -- copeland