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does anyone have blogs anymore? I remember blogger being midly popular when I was younger – probably in a similar time period as the peak tumblr years, whatever years those were. I remember being somewhere between 10 and 18 when blogging was really “it”. I figure this was also a period of time before “dead internet” theory really came into play… gone are the days of discovering random websites with the ramblings of some midwestern mom and her crazy family, or some guy who really likes fishing in Texas (there is fishing there, which I find gross, somehow), and who knows what else. I hardly remember.

anyway, I guess I have a blog. I had a tumblr, and still do – but I never posted on it, not really. I reblogged things, liked things, got back into it when I met Devin so I had a means of further connecting with him. no thoughts of my own out there, though. my writing exists (almost) solely on this website, and an endless archive of untitled Google doc files and keyboard-smash notepad files in every nook and cranny of my multiple hard drives. those hard drives are coming up on 11 years old, and still running. a bomb is ticking, I imagine.

this has been two paragraphs thus far to reach my primary point, if you can call it that. which is… life continues to just, go. I finished registering for my classes today, officially. fall semester will be a grand total of 18 credits across 7 classes. this is some form of academic suicide, I’m sure.

I guess I wanted to verbalize that. or type it. scream into the void that is my website that I pay real, US dollars for. I’m excited to be back in classes already, and even more excited to do it without a job on the side. I do not know how that is going to pan out yet either, but I think it’ll be a sound decision for my mental well-being and academic record.

there is something to be said about being more excited for school than summer, of which three months remain. that is, the full three months you can expect to have here in Montana. 85+ degrees every day for what feels like eternity, and no AC in sight. I just really, really need to be around people, I think. people who are learning something, anything. being forced to create art, to interact with something that isn’t my phone (exclusively). I can’t believe how much I already miss just feeling busy all the time – busy in the kind of way that feels real. fulfilling. not like having a dead-end job, hours paid in pennies, wasting away at a desk.

speaking of work, I’ll be there in less than 8 hours. joy. away.