Nuts & Berries

Uarts says “Spring Break,” but it is neither spring, nor truly a break. There is, as always, much homework to be done, and little fun to be had.
After two more days spent alone in my room, obsessive thoughts and behaviors I haven’t experienced in two years rose up and attacked my brain. I am seriously considering laying the blame on a certain type of green tea I drank this evening for the first time in at least a year; it always seems to bring out a sort of mania that would normally lie dormant.

Last Thursday I finished my first experimental this semester. I am not particularly fond of it, as it is an excellent example of the lack of identity to my work. I will photograph and post it, nonetheless.

I finally went to a bar Saturday night. I did not attempt to keep up with Kate, who, despite being more than a year younger, and an inch shorter, can and will take double whatever I can handle. I had one beer and a mixed drink called Nuts and Berries. It was cute and delicious and left me drooling on Kate’s futon for ten hours. Bars are about as boring and expensive as I had always assumed. I have done my duty as a 21 year old, and have no intention of returning.