Updating the site after an “extended absence” is always an awkward thing to do. Generally I begin with an apology, then I describe the reasoning, or lack thereof, for the absence, and then I generally end the post abruptly because of, you know, the awkwardness. It generally just seems like the thing to do. This entry may follow a similar pattern but if it does it’s not due to any kind of awkwardness in my writing to a great void; rather, it’s most likely due to a fairly numerous amount of sleeping pills kicking in sooner than expected.

I scheduled some of my classes for the upcoming Winter ‘06 semester at school for my now-definite-ish major, and it was one of the first times I’ve scheduled classes and been able to leave the exercise with a nice grin on my face. I mean, fifteen credits worth of classes with none beginning any earlier than 1:10pm is definitely some sort of god-like feat. I say fifteen credits, despite the schedule links earlier what indicate (12), because the fourth class is kind of a bitch about the whole enrolling thing. It’s a requirement for the Creative Writing concentration I’m attempting, so apparently I have to go and sign a wait list, then submit a portfolio of previous writings, then hope and pray that whoever scans these things likes my ever-so-spethial breed of insanity. Oh, joy.

I ditched the worthless timesink that is World of Warcraft after two weeks, which takes the number two spot on my “Length of WoW Spurt” list. Three-four weeks leads the pack, whereas three days is just starting to see a glimmer of number two through his binoculars. With the abundance of spare time I now find myself in possession of, I’ve… Really been doing absolutely nothing, to be fairly honest with you (because, as we all know full and well, I’ve been lying for the last three years). I started playing God of War, a game I bought back in the middle of April and have seen played to completion by just about everyone in my circle of friends except me. My goal is to play through, or at least attempt to play for more than two hours of, Metroid Prime — a game that you won’t even find results for if you search the site; that’s just how long ago I got it and have been meaning to play it — after I topple Ares.

As I wrap up this entry, let it be known that Hobbes is doing pretty spectacular. He’s currently sleeping on top of my backpack all curled up in a ball of white and orangish-brownish fur. He still manages to, for the most part, be the cutest thing in existence when he’s not clawing my skin to hell. And, speaking of claws, let me tell you: the damn things are getting removed as soon as possible. He’s an indoor cat with seclusion from absolutely any non-bacterial threat — that is to say, he just doesn’t need the damn things. They hurt more than they help. And by “hurt” I really mean that they hurt me.

Enjoy your Friday.