Fear not my loyal seven and a half readers, we’re back for another term. We’ve got the plasma globe, robotic insects, deadmau5 speaker, and maybe some pencils–I’ve heard pencils are key. The problem with trimesters though, is that when everyone else is half done with their school year, you’re only one third of the way there. Luckily, I’m still on Pass/Fail. So, for one more term, I’ll retain the comfort that my stress is completely irrational.
Also, my birthday happened. That’s not really related to college, but in case your interested… I was feeling rebellious, so I thought about buying spray paint. But it turns out hobby shops are closed on New Years. So…yah. Things got pretty crazy.
Also, I didn’t have room for a humanities class this term. So, I’ve decided to write an angsty, experimental novella in blog-installments to prevent me from becoming illiterate. Feel free to not read it–though if you really want to, go ahead.
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Best Friends Eating Food Forever: Episode 1, The Angst-in-ing
‘Sometimes, in this life, we are left with nothing but questions–,’ said the narrator.
‘What does that even mean?’ sampled Kanye West.
‘I will search to find the answer!’ declared the protagonist, more or less missing the point.
But, since the three of them happened to be awkwardly clumped on one side of a booth at Denny’s, none of them actually did much at all–mused the narrator’s narrator, displaying overwhelming sagacity.
He had been flown in the previous night on a red-eye from his beachside villa in Hawaii, and, unsurprisingly, wasn’t feeling particularly cooperative.
‘I will search to find the answer!’ tried the protagonist again.
Kanye West looked down at his plate—
The syrup had begun to visibly congeal.
Bottomless pancakes had never inspired less hope.
