Lodi, it's been awhile.
What a Summer; break-up, classes, assignments, new Arcade Fire, classes, no writing, getting back together, classes, Yann Martel, insane, dying, murderous sixty-pound Straight Talk customers. Classes. Possibility of Pell grant for classes, but we'll see.
Started a blog on Tumblr, which isn't that great, so I'll probably stick to good ol' Blogger. Or probably both, rather. New What the Hell, Hector coming up, soon, I promise.
Right now I'm at the end of week 2 of my three-week between semester break, watching the Simpsons on DVD, as is my habit during any sort of break, and am currently covered in mysterious insect bites that itch like a mother. Who, during pregnancy, can sometimes itch a lot, I heard somewhere. The bites are leaking some piss-colored liquid, and I wish they would go away.
That's all I got. Have things to do. Out.