Tempus fugit

Well, I didn't go clinically insane, so I'll call my first semester a success. 

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.