I live. It’s been a month since my last update, my attempts at writing a proper update to this blog have all petered out as I’ve attempted to get my affairs together. It’s been a rather complicated month, at that. Villenueve’s DUNC II: Sandworm Boogaloo was kino, not sure if I mentioned that last time. Saw it in IMAX, in the front row. Might be in one of the drafts I wrote. My thesis is coming along nicely, as is my internship with Mr. Dieterly. I have two presentations made and on the University website. I hope to document the tunnels which may or may not exist underneath Bethlehem. Other than that, I’ve mostly just been trying to hang in there. It’s hard, but I’m trying. I told my therapist everything. She thinks I’m being too hard on myself; she thinks I didn’t do anything wrong per se, moreso rude. I think her assessment of the matter is mistaken. I still feel guilty, and I wish I could fix it. I really, honestly do.
I saw my family yesterday for Easter, although my older brother’s seat was empty because he has the immense misfortune of being with his people, with the other hipsters in the Pacific Northwest. I ate little by my standards, but still drifted into a food coma which felt like forever but only lasted about an hour or two once I returned to my dorm. I wanted to do an April Fools “prank” today where I’d wear my clothes backwards, but it didn’t work out, mainly because most of my wardrobe’s tailored for wearing it correctly. Humanities Club was fun, we were the Manatee Club today, and our president was Hugh Manatee (a plush manatee). Very based. Might see DUNC II again to pass the time I dunno.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 