Bite me, writing, bite me.

No writing lately because all the writing courses that I took over the summer have completely sucked the love for writing right out of me. I only do it for myself, and the only person who ever gets to read any of my personal journals is Logan (at least for now). He says it's good writing, but...blah. I'm over writing for a while.
Hiatus time.
That's such a great word.
In the meantime let me reach into my bag of awesome pictures and find a random one for you to look at.
Hm...here we go.


Yeah, nevermind. Calculus homework time.
--E.A.

This is how I feel.

I know I haven't been keeping up with the posts, but that's because college calculus is way more evil than I expected. I can only thank-thank-thank Mr. Raney for providing me with enough high school calculus instruction to survive this. And Mr. Bobay, for the Algebra. Thanks.

In the meantime college is for meeting new people. But when you sit down next to someone the conversation usually goes like this.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"My name is Elena."
"I'm..., nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too."
"Where are you from?"
"Here in Bloomington...Well, originally from Russia, but I went to high school here so this is like my hometown" (Seriously, this is my tagline now.) "You?"
"I'm from...(fill in really lame place here)"
"That's nice."
"So where do you live?"
"Oh, haha, I live off campus" (That always sounds better than "at home") "How about you?"
"I'm in (fill in really lame dorm here)"
"That's nice."
"So what's your major."
"...."

I DON'T HAVE A MAJOR BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE!!!!!!
I usually say something like Chemistry or Biology or "I'm a writer", depending on how I feel that day (sometimes I say something totally out of the blue, like "Underwater basket-weaving").
But this is how I feel:






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--E.A.