I'm sick.

Okay, I think I'm sick. Or nervous. Both? Probably both.

Sick: My stomach hurts, I'm groggy, I just want to sleep.

Nervous: My stomach hurts, I'm anxious, I just want to sleep.

For those that are following this for music: ITS COMING BACK, just not for a minute or two. I've hit a snag, and want to use my blog for what it was when no one was reading it--a platform to talk about myself.

I've got my midterm for my H109 course tuesday, and its freaking me out. It shouldn't, I love the class, the prof is a saint, but I have no idea what the fuck is going on in there. By saint, I mean, I get to listen to a guy talk about nothing for an hour, its like a podcast.

I've also got a project due in my H106 course, and a project due in my w132 course.

I've been slacking.

I also cut a lot of this post out. I censored myself. If you ask me, I'll tell you, but only if you ask me. That means you read this, and my censorship was justifiable.

Speaking of which, I really should work on my paper against censorship.

Oh, I've been listening to some of these mixes that this girl (If you read this, you know who you are, and I'm 90% sorry for talking about you anonymously in my blog, if you don't read it, then well, I'm 100% sorry for writing about you anonymously in my blog) gave me, and they're good. I like new music, and the new things that surrounds it.

The fun, or not so fun, thing about music is that it stays with you, regardless of how much you change. You'll hear a song, or think of a song, and your memory will spark. I like this about music, but I think sometimes it can be bad.

I write like a child figuring out what a tree is, and I almost ended that sentence in a preposition.


Forever,
Wesley (Reverb Splash; Echo Crash)