Time to give some thanks...

I've been on hiatus (hiatus = drinking a lot, delegating my homework to other people, and generally speaking being pathetically awesome), but a long-awaited update is forthcoming. Like right now.

First off, I want to participate in our wonderful Indian-slaughtering, tryptophan-consuming tradition of giving thanks for the things in my life thanks-worthy. First, I'd like to thank my mother, sister, Don and Will for being the only things in my life that unequivocally make sense. You are all beautiful people, and I'd take many bullets for all of you. I'd also like to thank my many other great friends, acquaintances, jam buddies, and everything inbetween for giving my life meaning and purpose. I love every moment with you all. My Sooner-friends also deserve some loving; to you guys I am eternally in debt, but know I love ya. I appreciate my personal capacity for learning and physical dexterity; sounds conceded, but...yeah. Also, thanks for cranberry sauce. And everything else.

Life has been different, to say the least. I haven't woken up before 3 p.m. in so long that I don't remember how long it has been. A couple Adderall-fueled homework sessions have me caught up aside from a lot of reading (I'm addicted to crosswords, and completely non-addicted to listening in lecture). I've been jamming with some cool cats, and some seriously awesome music has resulted, which makes me very happy. Moments like these renew my passions. Also, everyone has been telling me how handsome/sexy/I-wanna-hit-that I am recently, which has naturally sky-rocketed my self-esteem. As if I don't love myself publicly enough. Despite that, I've been more terse than usual; my best psychological analysis is that there is less pressure to perform socially being as happy as I am with life right now. I feel that undeniable urge to grin stupidly (that one you get from psilocybin.. oh, you know..) almost every moment of the day, which is great. Note: to possible future employers, mushrooms are against my religion, or something, I swear.

Dead week this week, followed by the Armageddon, followed by home-cookin' and Scrabble marathons. I can't fuckin' wait. That's all, folks. Til' next time, stay safe, wear a hat and gloves, and god-damn-it I hope my car doors don't freeze this winter.