The lack of blog writing isn’t from the depression I blipped into. No worries there. Nope. 45+ hour work weeks, school, 3 kids and weekends at the pool simply leave little time for writing.
So, I guess you could say my life is over flowing with all the good things.
That said, I still want to attempt 3-days-a-week content. If that doesn’t work, I’ll drop to 2-days-a-week. When I have a queue longer than my arm, I’ll go back to 3. Or 5. I don’t know. I’m aiming for regular. However often it may be.
Speaking of school, the class I’m embarking on now is Psyc 110. Yep, I get to study psychology. DREAMS! THEY DO COME TRUE!
But can I just say that the amount in which you enjoy a subject outside of the classroom is directly proportionate to how much you can potentially loath to take pages after pages of notes on it.
Also, as an avid reader, I automatically hated being forced to read most anything assigned in literature class. Ok, so have me read it. Debate it. I love a good discussion. But if you ask me the key event in chapter three and then mark it wrong because I finished the book in one night and therefore gave you the key event in chapter 4, I will stab you. STAB YOU!
OK, not really. But oh lord I used to piss teachers off with that. Hah. I guess they weren’t use to students who liked to read. For fun. It’s a real thing people! Something Literature instructors should understand!
But yes, I’d much prefer discussing psychology then writing out notes defining it.
In other things that piss me off: That zip line tour I’ve been planning and excited about for weeks? Yep. Can’t go. The appropriate term here is crushed.
Since we’re defining things.