Writing to write
I haven’t updated with any actual content, aside from a picture of an enormous eclair, which I suppose you could say sums up my life quite succinctly. What an awful word to spell.
Lenny sent me a link to his tumblr that he set up as part of his humor writing class at Binghamton. He first entry denotes that he will try to write something in it daily. An exercise I suppose. I’m going to assume that the idea, while possibly Lenny’s, was most probably his professor’s. Or maybe it’s homework. I’m going to try to take that idea and make it my own - except I’m only going to update when I feel like it, and when I feel like it will be more often than it has been this past month.
I’m not student teaching anymore, so I don’t have anymore stories about tiny children submitting to my every whim. I did visit one of my classes recently, though, and the first thing that I asked was “When are you leaving?” Feel the love.
But I digress. I really wanted to talk about that eclair. It’s from Harold’s New York Deli which, if you check the website, you will see in tiny letters at the bottom of the main page that it is so conviently located in Edison, New Jersey. Yeah. That’s right. We all knew that New Jersey, more than every other state, strives to be like his cooler big bro New York - but this is just the not so subtle icing on the cake. You may be the home of the The Boss, but we’re the birthplace of him.
In more me-related news, along with the spectacular graphic novel class that I’m taking this semester, I’m also taking ice skating and badminton (and eventually raquetball, in a few weeks.) Initially I thought I would be an adept at ice skating - this, however, has proved to be false. While not terrible, I did spend the first two classes swatting at invisible ice flies while trying to keep from falling, and have now reached an ironic road block, in that I cannot figure out how to stop. Without the use of the wall, that is.
Badminton, or greatminton as I so affectionally refer to it as of this post, is great awesome. The word shuttlecock lends itself to hours upon hours of fun, and the game itself is fast-paced, intense, and a lot of fun. Definitely gooing to pick myself up a net/racquet for some cock fun this summer.
Alright. My mind feels exercised. Good post, Justin! Thanks! Yeah, it might be a bit of a ramble, but it’s definitely a good start. You said it, pal. Time to read Watchmen for my 300-level English class. What! You lucky sonofabitch! Hah - you’re tellin’ me.
