September is here again, and here I am again at Central Washington University in Ellensburg. I gave the blog a break for the summer, but now that I’m back in school (and eating gross quantities of food), I’ve decided to pick it up again. I’ve already got a bit more spare time than any of my previous quarters afforded, so I’m hoping to use it to my advantage. National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) starts in November, and by golly I want to give it a try!
My diet over the summer was much less glamorous than my scholastic diet promises to be. While at work, I packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich four days out of five, two yogurts, a granola bar, sometimes a banana, and often a package of Top Ramen. I forgot how much I love PB&J sandwiches, but as for the Top Ramen… I ate a lot of that during the last school year. I can live without it for a while.
Today I went to the gym and ran a little more than half a mile. That’s better than I expected, given the shortness of breath I experienced filming the epic thumb fight sequence in “The Jon and Dan Show #4.” Of course, I’d like to rebuild my endurance to the point that running a mile is a piece of cake. Following my run and subsequent workout, I decided to get lunch.
Lunch wasn’t all that special, so I made it special. I combined Tabasco sauce with ketchup for a spicier French fry experience, and my nose was running by the time I finished eating. Actually, I’ve been making an effort to spice up my life (in respect to food) since the beginning of summer. I’ve found I desperately love Thai food and Indian food, both of which can lead to some eye-watering tastebud awesomeness. Oh, and yesterday I had jalapeños on my roast beef and vegetable wrap from Wrap ‘N’ Roll. Fancy, huh? No? Hmm.
Almost hand-in-hand with spiciness is my renewed interest in rock climbing. My friend Nicholas and I went climbing near Exit 38 in North Bend on a particularly wet and overcast Saturday. What would have been a challenging but-not-impossible climb was rendered dangerous, slick, cold, dirty, and quite honestly pulse-pounding. Were it not for my safety harness, I would have met my death (or serious injury) more than once. Technically, I couldn’t have met it more than once, but the opportunity did arise multiple times. As unclear as that sounds, I’m sure you know what I mean.
This year, I’m rooming with two Christian brothers I met at Campus Crusade for Christ’s Fuel group. Andrew and I are both English majors, whereas Ryan is majoring in Criminal Justice. Our personalities are vastly different but in some respects complementary. The living arrangement is an improvement from last year’s, even though I’m sharing my room. It makes being an anti-social hermit more difficult than before, but I don’t mind too much. We get along well, and so far we’ve closed out each night with some belly-busting hilarity.
Overall, I think this will be a good (and relatively easy) school year. I’ve got a lot of reading to do, but not a lot of writing, which makes me happy. The only kind of writing I want to do anymore is the creative kind. I’ll end up writing two short stories by the end of this quarter, so we’ll see how those turn out. I’ve got a number of ideas running through my head, but nothing concrete at the moment.
Which is good, I suppose. Nobody wants a head full of concrete.