Well, that’s strange.
First, I’d like to note that my American Popular Music class has made it so that I listen to the same song over and over and over again, whether it’s actually for class or not. My current earworm is “Gloria” by Patti Smith.
Speaking of the class I want to major in…it will actually end up counting for my major. Potentially. I’m strongly considering switching to American Studies. This debate has multiple layers, and I just unintentionally wrote my dad a 900 word essay about it. It actually had a clear outline, multiple points, counter arguments. It was possibly the best (and certainly the most time efficient) essay I have written all semester.
Last night was crazy, and I’d love to tell the world about it, but I don’t really have the time at the current moment. This is the biggest issue I have with blogging I think – no time. But I know I have the most godawful memory and I know that there was so much, and I am so afraid that I forget it forever. Dan was specifically commanding us “no pictures!” but it didn’t really matter for me, because I didn’t have a camera. There were so many moments when I wanted one though. We climbed fences, trees, monuments. We laid on docks, played guitar, broke glass, walked for miles, watched the sun rise over the Charles. We talked about our quests in life, the Fountainhead, committing yourself to a cause that you can’t see the effect of, and where we were going to find a bathroom at 3:30 in the morning. I could mythologize it in my mind and forget that it was cold and we were tired and literally aimless, and I don’t want to. I think that realizing these issues really adds humanity to the story. This is life.
It’s almost unfortunate that an interesting dream I had between 1:30-6pm today about my hand falling apart is overshadowed by real life. But not really.