Welcome back. Hopefully, most of you had a great time with summer and Harry Potter’s birthday and all.
I know last season’s finale was a little “Sopranos” and I’m sorry about that. But my focus groups wanted an upbeat ending to the season and prom provided just that. Graduation was sort of a downer and very little after that deserved a full blog post. When July rolled around, I didn’t want to lead you on with a rogue post in the middle of the dry season even though I attended Purdue’s orientation (“Day on Campus”) at the end of June.
Then there was that physics book photo of me I never addressed and also the list of 54 instances that I noted “liberal tangents” in Venegoni’s class (which I apparently lost while archiving). I also later realized that I hadn’t spoken of the fates of Weed or Patches.
I promise, no more cliffhangers. No more twist endings. No more secret love triangles. On my estranged dog’s grave.
So what have I pissed this summer away on? Community college. One semester of Biology at Harper. Lecture and lab, Monday-Thursday. (I was forced to drive myself everyday instead of biking since the five miles between my house and Harper contains a racetrack, discontinuous sidewalks and an expressway. So I had to sit through construction-induced gridlock, facing the harsh onslaught of the sun, necessarily shirtless and victim to the stares and catcalls of various construction workers because my hyper-miling environmentalist guilt disallows turning on the AC.)
Aside from that, there was movies (Kung Fu Panda, Dark Knight, etc) and reading (all five books of the Hitchhiker’s Trilogy) and packing (crap).
I did however have one memorable entry in my journal.
