I also haven't technically finished the semester yet, so I won't bust out the mechanical bull and throw a party tonight.
I really don't have any idea what to blog about right now. I feel like I'm not capable of a self-reflective, deeply impressive, insightful blog tonight. So I'll write a horrible poem about this class.
We read some books and looked at some art.
I must say, Virginia Woolf didn't exactly steal my heart.
I overslept for class one day
but in my bed I did not stay.
I just checked twitter before writing this line.
I'm not addicted, don't worry I'm fine.
We had to write a weekly blog.
My roommate is a futon hog.
This is a really terrible poem.
I can't think of anything that rhymes with poem.
I've really enjoyed this class.
I hoped I don't fail, I'd like to pass.
I learned I love discussion.
Almost more then I love percussion.
Thanks for the fun!
I won't end with a pun.
Lives and Times, keep it classy.
