Dear Blogger,
I've missed you so much. We have shared things for years but somehow drifted apart. We should get together, maybe have a cup of coffee.
Love,
A.

Maybe I've waited long enough for people I know in the real world to forget about this blog, to begin writing in here again. If you could hear the tone in my voice when I say that inside my head, you'd understand I was being sarcastic. Anywho....
I'm not going to catch you up, because if you know me, then you already know the major things that have happened between Spring semester of last year and now.

I barely understood what Jean-Jacques Rousseau was talking about in his essay Discourse on the Origin of Inequality. I kind of think that he's an anarchist, but in a very unenlightened kind of way. Or he wants to see democracy played out the way it was suppose to go.
I find that the only things I have to talk about anymore are political things. And on top of that I have a hard time arguing one way or another because usually I'm talking to someone who knows way more than I do. And if I'm talking to someone outside of STPEC, then they don't know what I'm talking about and it all becomes a moot point anyway.

Personally I feel like I'm in limbo. I'm content here. But it's not in my usual fashion. I tend to obsess about the future. I always figured that if ever I was in limbo, I'd have tons of free time and I'd write amazing poetry or take insightful photographs. That couldn't be further from my life. Most of the time I'm hanging around with Murph or I'm so busy I can barely think. I'm taking a lot in, but I'm not really digesting.

I'm ready for a new adventure.