In honor of this radically snowless winter I have been plummeting into the depths of some oldies grunge. Pixies, Smashing Pumpkins, and old Sheryl Crow have been treating my soul with rich goodness. The wait is over to indulge into the unknown. Lyrics both odd and complex, The Pixies have been my fix lately. Because I know you all were DYING TO KNOW. Kidding. I write this for me, not you. But also you because I like sharing my thoughts to other human minds. Expand away into the depths of The Pixies. Spring semester means getting to know my four professors. All oddly cool in their own ways, just like Billy Crogan. My radio professor toured with The Police and can shred on the guitar like a madman. Public Relations has been interesting to learn from a grey pony tailed man who worked for Carson Perrie Scott in the 70's. Drawing is neato along with Spanish (least favorite). I have a hunch my Spanish professor respects my efforts. I am awful at spanish, but I participate my balls off and really try. Here's to more trying.
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