angry bees of language.

sorry for not updating recently. I've been meaning to but the hours slide together, the days enmesh and the weeks are indistinguishable. I wake up at 7:30 and catch the bus by 8:20. I sit in class frantically jotting down notes and burning through highlighters as if they were cigarettes. During lecture I go through a rollercoaster of emotions. At one point I have my hand raised in righteous indignation at the unfairness of a court ruling, the next I'm wishing I could dissolve into my chair, hoping by sheer will power that I can make the professor's eyes pass over me without notice. Half the time I feel like I understand what the discussion is about and long multisyballic words pop into my head chaining together into coherent thoughts. Other times I feel like I'm in a warzone trench while bullets of vocabulary whiz overhead. I'm just an unfortunate observer caught in the crossfire of greater minds.