Dreaming Out Loud

I found out today that I have bronchitis. I also found out today that I don't like strawberry flavored hot chocolate, although one would think that would be obvious. I thought I would be adventurous and try something new, but as is sometimes the case my sense of adventure left me with a terrible taste in my mouth. Today I also realized what I've already known for quite some time, I'm starting to really get old. I believe the best defense against such feelings is pure unadulterated denial. This semester is really wearing on me more than any semester I can remember. I had to arrange my schedule in an unfortunate array of classes that would appear more like a sinisterly designed torture session than a final semester of classes. Wednesdays by far being the worst, with a morning beginning at 8 with an early morning sculpture class followed by illustration class from 11-2. Then I rush off to work from 2-5, at which point my evening class begins going from 5-7. Needless to say, I feel like an exceptional student at a first-rate university getting a fulfilling education, even if the truth is something completely different. This weekend I will be attempting the impossible, or rather improbable task of completing a sculpture of the magestic Abraham Lincoln, a value painting of a boring still life featuring cubes, a sphere, and single cylinder, and finally a graphite and then seperate charcoal drawing of the infamous Blackbeard the Buccaneer. If I can get all that figured out while coughing every other breath then I don't see how I can't conquer the world, one street corner at a time.