Post Office

I normally don't "post" this often, so i was wondering to what i owe this sudden surge of postage in this here public diary. And i thought about it for, approximately 7 seconds before I kind of figured it out. This being finals week, there is a lot of writing that someone such as myself, who loads up on the humanities courses, must do. and most of it is not a fruit of passion or an extension of something that i had been thinking about that morning or what not. basically, it mostly consists of things i don't care about or that i am more worried about how it will look to someone else (professor) than what it means to me and what its content is. so, naturally, i feel the need to balance it out with writing of my own, in order to keep my literary sanity. and therefore, you, my loyal 3 readers, get way more than you paid for when you signed up for membership to this here blog.

here's a list of things, not sure how they're connected...

short people walking with tall people
hearing two people speak in a language you don't know
the honeymoon period when you get a new album and you listen to it 8 times in 2 days.
seeing your breath even when you breathe out of your nose
English teacher from high school inviting you to talk to "talented and motivated" ninth graders
finding the booklists for your classes next semester
forgetting
remembering