laberintosyquimeras: “La bailarina” (Ángel Zárraga) First day back to class  The car ride downtown was bleh; I’m still at home and my mom drove me to the campus. If on and off nausea is the worst thing I have to deal with I feel like a pretty lucky duck, though. Somehow or another I walked in and the instructors were like “Sam! We heard you were really really sick.” and asked a bunch of questions and were really really ridiculously nice and accommodating. I’m assuming the one kid I have Friday classes with said something so I hope Lora didn’t tell my research class I was dying. I’m up to a full whisper and I can open my mouth almost all the way fuckaaas. Anyways, my core class is starting the greatest unit ever and I’m finally making time for the woodshop and the lectures were so so so good and ohhh I just like school. I’ve always liked school. I mean, I was lucky enough to be good at it too, but I remember always being so confused about the kids who got good grades but didn’t LIKE school. Dweeb life. I mean, I like being in an environment that shows you how to think about something in a way you never might have arrived at on your own. Like tumblr I guess. Aaaaaaand sometimes I hate school and want to build a raft and go be homeless and live in a twig fort somewhere in the Appalachians, but yeah, really good lectures. One more night in dis bed/prison before Michal cuddles in my dorm bed.  Missed out on an opera ticket but I’m still really really sensitive to high frequencies and it would be awful to get sick in the opera hall and I’m pissy but what can ya do.  So nice to be back in the working/critical state of mind after essentially being comatose for a month