Where has all the cowbell gone?

I'm at a loss as to why I can't load pictures on here, but I'll persevere. It seems like the place to post a few pics about me and my story. My journal def needs more Germanycowbell.

Long days behind, long day today, longer days ahead. This year is the marathon I expected, though I didn't expect how damn tedious tedious the coursework would turn out. Well so far the work has been good enough, though I'm falling behind in one class (K) which should bother me more than it has so far. Sitting starts tomorrow at 10.30, and "Hi, my name is Clark, and I haven't read for (K) yet." It'll get done, I promise myself. Well for what it's worth, apathyclark, you don't really understand a)what you read for (K), nor b)what you hear in (K) lectures anyways. Small comfort, comfortboy.

I remember sometimes as a kid feeling totally closed off from the outside, like I had a big secret I was keeping hidden underneath my blanket at night, and when I'd venture outside and make contact with whatever it was I felt closed off from, it was like blinking a torch for a split second under blankie, just in case anyone might notice. Well, I'm not that kid anymore, and I don't so normally feel quite totally closed off from the world. But now I get the feeling that I've got no big secret left to hide sub blanketam (heheh); I think that's ok. You're not closed off no more, little kiddo.