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Dear _____,

The unfortunate truth of the matter is that it's been a very long time since I've updated this. An entire summer has come and is about to die softly in the arms of autumn. And it's been a hell of a time. There's too much to say about it, but I continue moving on. Perhaps this next semester will see me finally updating this more, but I've said that before, so no promises.

I've still got a lot of things to think through, sort out, and a few things that are done but refuse to leave my mind in peace. Maybe one day I'll tell you about it.

Love,
Chris

Trivial Update

I'm in class right now. I don't want to be. I was almost late, and almost figured I'd just skip it, but I've been so good in this class, and there's not a lot left to do, so I'll finish it out.

I was up until 4 last night working on a smallish rought draft of my 10 page oral history report. As a part of that, I also transcribed the interview that I conducted with my grandma. The stories she can tell... Really there are some you just can't make up. Like how my grandpa was going to practice law with his friend, but his friend got the call and became a baptist minister.

So yeah, this is a trivial update. Maybe I can start updating this more often after all...

Some Reflections

Why am I still awake?

Well, the semester ends in a few weeks, and I suppose I'm switching modes already. The summer has always brought me back to life, and part of that is normally a lot of sleeping in. The fact that I have to be in class in 7 hours disgusts me. I want this to be over, to be back home. Yet I might be staying here this summer.

I'm in a daze. Maybe it's the lack of sleep. The many things on my mind.

I guess I'm feeling a little complicated about the fact that this whole college thing is half-over. I don't feel like I've achieved much, and it's hard to think that the next two years could be different. I know that the last two will probably be the best, but it's daunting to think that I'm only two years out from the "real world." Sometimes I don't want to wait for it, but sometimes I want to start it over again.

I'm rambling, but I guess that's ok.

This semester has confounded me. I had grown used to my method of existing here, and I'm still not sure whether I like where the past half-year has taken me. I've found someone I love and who loves me. I've started a student organization that might very well outlast me. I've lost some friends and gained better ones. The past month has been trying, yet I am still here, still as poised on the fine line between success and failure as I've ever been.

I just can't seem to settle on whether the whole thing is right. I feel melancholy like back in highschool, but in a deeper, more peaceful and reflective way. I feel very sad, yet aware of how frighteningly beautiful the pan-out will reveal the picture to be. The whole thing is so delicately nuanced that I can't seem to describe it.

Good night,
Chris

A daily update.

Today (although it is not over quite yet) I had a photo shoot with my friend Troy. I think it went well, I'll try to post pictures when I've developed and printed. The end result should be pretty awesome if the photos come out well. More about all that later.

To do list for tonight:

Watch "The Holy Mountain" with photo club
Color thing for Color and Comp
Trace Pattern for Color and Comp
Write Journal for Photo

... Might be another late night.

I'm going to try to update this more frequently, but lord knows I've tried that before. So maybe just small updates every day or so. I'll try.

Sincerely,
Chris

Dun Dun DUN!

Ladies and gentlemen, My newest fiction takes mankind to a very dark place. It is the NINETEEN EIGHTIES. America is at it's lowest and darkest hour in both music and fashion. Political apathy is at an all-time low. Voter turnout has taken a hit. People are too busy dancing funny, doing cocaine, and buying member's only jackets to care. The presidential election is around the corner, but no one knows it will be the most important event in human history. For unbeknownst to them, a rampant super computer has decided to tie up the loose ends of society with mass human genocide and slavery. It has hacked into the networks and has a foolproof plan to win the presidency for robot-kind. It's name is.... TRONALD REAGAN!