Sorry deviantart.

Now, for those who care, an update on what I like to call life.

Camp has finally ended and sent me back to glorious Missoula, where my dorm room makes up in friends what it lacks in storage space.

I am at last in another poetry class, hopefully it will get the pen moving again, in an even more productive way.

Also being a sophomore I can finally take beginning photojournalism.
As great as this is, it’s also meaning I have to re-teach myself, and break all my old bad habits, that I had taught myself. Luckily I have a super good support system. (Insert goofy happy face here.)

Fencing is back in full force and I am now playing with the big kids, and damn are they beating me up. It’s fantastic! Three different beautiful blades all taking their turn in my hand.
The noobs are terrifyingly abundant.
I am all for the popularization of fencing but dear bananas what the hell sparked such an interest suddenly that our club is flood with twenty to thirty faces I’ve never seen before, all seemingly eager to join us. How I am I supposed to gear them all?

Life has mostly remain busy, only now it is more unorganized.

I have plenty of complaints about the new living space that I’m thinking will never feel like home. Starting with the sink being so far away, that I am far too inclined to just let my dishes mold.
I’m beginning to adjust to the massive lack of storage space, that isn’t large enough to accommodate my abundant amounts of crap. I figure I’ll get organized just in time to move out.

But in any case I am ridiculously happy. I love this place.