this doesn't mean a thing

I am more tired than usual, which I think is a good thing, because it means I have lots of stuff to do.
Getting back into the 'swing of things' has been different than expected. The beginning of this semester has been a lot more sudden than the beginning of first semester. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I missed being busy, and as it turns out, it's actually kind of relaxing.


I'm not going to lie to you, I haven't worked on my project in probably about two weeks. Last time I wrote and made legitimate progress was chilling in a cici's booth over break, scribbling sketchily into a pocket sized moleskine while shoving breadsticks down my throat. Break, the second half in particular, was emotionally straining/unexpected, and since I've gotten back onto campus I've just been so busy. Not that those are valid excuses, but there's not a whole lot else I can say. I'll be in the newsroom late tonight so I won't have time then, but I swear that tomorrow will be spent typing.
The reason I haven't blogged in a while is the same, I'm sorry :(
p.s. I do not want to pick poetry apart. I just want to read it,
Actually, I'd prefer to write it, 


I still love you with everything I've got,
Loch.