Finals at Tech are coming and I am very worried. Not because of the tests, per se, but because of all the things I need to get done before they come. I have papers to write, books to read, differential equations to understand. I worry if I am able to communicate with the people I need to communicate with, or how well I can.
I wish I could really implement those self-help things, and just stop worrying. Start doing everything, with that Northern kind of efficency, because I lack the Southern charm.
In case you were wondering, I bought nothing today, unless you count the 30 cents I paid to make copies at the library. Everyone should have mince pie for Thanksgiving.
I'm in the middle of a change for the blog. The old layout was kind of like baby drool. It's cute for those first few seconds, but after that it's just a mess. Everything's going to be better from now on.
On an unrelated note, if anyone has ideas for a controversial topic that I could write a short (4-7 pages) paper on, feel free to leave a suggestion.
I worry, I do.
In the words of a very wise man, "Beware the electronic soul molestors".
Winter has hit the Black Hills in a big way. I will be 21 next Tuesday. Matt Sharp is playing keyboards for Tegan and Sara on their super Canadian tour. I have an update for this previous post:
California would be nice right about now.
The Bee Eaters, new local band of legend, have a website where there are some songs that you can listen to.
The Believer is published by McSweeney's. It covers the non-fiction angle and is kind of expensive. It's ok, though, because the writing is so darn good.