I know I haven't blogged much this semester. I've been pretty busy. In fact, I admitted to some friends that I may have bit off more than I can chew what with 15 credit hours and working part time. It seems the minute I get one thing done, five more assignments demand my attention. I stay up late to get more reading done - which makes me tired during lecture - which requires more reading on my part to understand my notes - which leads to, well, you see where this is headed. A typical day might start at 6:45 am and end the following morning at 1am. I yawn a lot. I'm sooo sleepy.
It rained in Athens on Wednesday. This meant I took the bus instead of riding my bike. The bus crosses a train track - one I've never seen used during my career at UGA. I was surprised to see some actual train cars 'parked' on the track that particular afternoon. I noticed one of the cars had been tagged by a graffiti artist. My yawn was interrupted by a chuckle as I read what the paint said.
My train of thought preciously. Seems the graffiti artist is having a tough semester as well.
6 comments:
HAHAHAHAHA! You absolutely crack me up! I hope we become roommates soon- although I need to work out my ab muscles first!! :)
Well, you’re not so sleepy that you’re unable to observe your surroundings and retain your sense of humour and wonderful way with words!
Love this bit – “my train of thought…”
It's like that person was reading your mind. By the way, I think we need to plan a phone date. It's been so long.
Beth, I'm glad you caught that line. It was an intentional pun.
You wrote that. Admit it.
That's OK. One of the best parts of getting stopped by a train is checking out the graffiti as it passes. Also, catching up on email/texts and making out, though I've not done the latter in years... at a railroad crossing, that is.
hey, i saw that train too! i live in athens also, and just found your blog when i was randomly flipping through blogspot. how weird to see something so familiar when all of the other random blogs were from japan or canada or eastern europe...
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