I have a box of 64 crayons. But one if only half a crayon. 63.5 crayons.

You know what interesting things happen in college?

Nothing. Nothing at all interesting happens ever in college. High school was more interesting to write about because things happened.

I walk approximately five miles uphill both ways to class, sometimes I take the bus since most of the school year is very cold, and then I sit in class with no human contact, hopefully (but usually not) absorbing whatever information (always boring) is being thrown my way and then I go home and I study. Which is me, sitting by myself, thinking about the very dull things I just learned. Then the next day I think about them some more. Sometimes I re-write my notes or draw a diagram to spice it up. For example: The Hydrologic Cycle is very dull. So I drew some smiling clouds over a landscape of happy hills. Fabulous.