...and then, 13 months later...

Yes, I know...but I'm serious this time.


...no, really!

I AM USING MANY ELLIPSES AND THAT IS HOW YOU KNOW I AM SOMEONE WHO SHOULD BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

DITTO FOR ALLCAPS.

Real content will follow. So will better title.

Hello.

I went away, but I came back (after some heavy cleaning).

I'm sorry you've been neglected for so long, but I promise now to make an honest blog out of you.

so I drove to Omaha and back yesterday, and while driving I realized that I couldn't recognize more than a third of the landscape while travelling either way. I'm not sure what to think of this. I mean, I've driven that exact same way so many times, I should know as well I as know downtown Omaha. But there were instances where I seriously thought that I was on the wrong part of the interstate, or that I'd passed my exit.

It makes me wonder how oblivious I really am in general. I'd like to think I'm fairly well in tune with my surroundings, but I dunno.

also, since I found out that I actually have one skip left in modern dance, I'm using it today.

Weird things about where I live:

Part 1:

-Over the course of the last few weeks, I noticed that several gaping holes had been drilled in various walls throughout Neihardt (my dorm). Soon, these holes had been filled with drywall, and gone over by some nice smooth and glaringly white material. That was fun to touch. However, this was soon replaced by some kind of textured spackling. I don't know what these holes are for...but I would like to believe that maintainence has replaced the insulation with robots...that would at least explain the lound clanking noises that periodically wake me up on Saturday mornings.

-So right now all of Neihardt is having an "Assasains" tournament. That is, a big game where students stalk and kill other students. Aparently, this is going to help take some of the strain off of living conditions, because we have a disproportionate number of incoming freshman next year than graduating seniors, and I've heard the current round of Honors Students have been something of a dissapointment.

Ha ha...I'm cute.

Anyways, so lately I can't seem to turn a single corner without seeing some determined paranoiac huddled silently in a corner with a nerf gun, lying in wait for their target, who is inevitably huddled in some other corner, waiting for them. I haven't actually seen anyone get shot, but I imagine the drama will be just precious.

-My roommate hates sunny days. She's basically an incognito Goth who dances ballet and listens to Vannessa Carlton instead of Razed in Black.