The Cold Sets In

Mondays are generally viewed as bleak days in our society, and though I do believe that a day is whatever you put into it, sometimes I'm tempted to share society's bitterness towards the first workday of the week. This morning I awoke grogilly as usual, threw on some cloths that I had set aside last night, and scurried off to class. As soon as my pale morning skin hit the air, I knew in my very inner being, that it was indeed Monday. It was the coldest day to mark this semester. The clouds overcast the sky, and all this coupled with being earlier than I would like. Class was slow and my eyes felt like they do when you just wake up, all stiff and soar in their exposure to air. But instead of wearing off in a few minutes like that feeling usually does, it decided to stay for another two hours. After class ended, I walked past the bell tower to get my usual hot biscuit and orange juice from the food court. This was the perfect time for the bells to play a dark song if they were ever going to... and they did. It was a familiar tune, though I don't remember the name, that was suppose to be happy but I swear those bells only play in a minor scale. But I found that ironically funny and actually had a good laugh about it as I headed in to get breakfast. Inside, however, I found that they were completely sold out of biscuits and that all they had left were sandwhiches, cups of assorted vegetables, and ice cream. This disheartened me and I turned to head back to my room. Once here I made my way quickly back to bed and enjoyed my three hour nap immensly. Feeling productive once I woke up, I took a shower and changed the crappy curtain on my favorite stall with a better one from a stall that no one ever uses. I also did a class audit to find out how many credit hours I need to graduate. Well this is where Monday fought back. Turns out that my curriculum has changed and I owe Belmont another 9 credit hours before I can get out of here, mostly of gen-ed. This makes me sad because instead of taking the classes that will help me the most, I have to take "well rounded" nonsense like ANOTHER Spanish class, art appreciation, ANOTHER history, and TWO more physics courses than I had initially planned. I'm not defeated, but it's one more thing that I have to get worked out.

Work was fine. I went and spent most of the time discussing with Chubbs just how much starting a studio would cost. It ain't cheap, but I'll just have to work my way up from the bottom. Related to that, I got to ask two engineers today, a guy that worked with Jimmy Hendrix, and the engineer for Dark Side of the Moon, about where they started. They told me that they started at rock bottom and they just had to work their way up to the top. That was encouraging because I'm pretty much at rock bottom, but I'm hopeful and I have drive. Matt and I actually discussed the possibilities of starting our own business and just how we might achieve that. I'm starting to get a little excited to be quite honest, but though the reward is sweet, it's still a long and arduous road.

Right now I scroll down my buddy list to see all of my friends' away messages talking about sleep. Some seem to have changed so much since I knew them last, some dream of their love, some have broken hearts, and some have nothing insightful to say at all... like me. I really do love thermal underwear. Peace and love.