IT'S APRIL.

Worlds have passed and ideas have rotated hundreds, possibly thousands of times since I last logged my thoughts through this medium.

The semester, dare I say it, had weakened my intellectual cravings, diluted my desire to speak and write, specifically those things I would filter through without fervor or conviction. I would much rather allow this page to wallow in silence than to bolster it with gossip, meaningless blather, or topless Miley Cyrus photographs.

I am simply that classy.

My days have been no less successful since the time when I began writing of them. No more successful either, I suppose, but I'll take from it whatever I can.

With only one remaining semester of undergraduate studies, I am eager to push past the insignificance, and gear up for some volatile honesty. It's going to be hard, but I can feel my soul squirming for it. All realms of my live should exude nothing but passionate truth or yearning or enthusiasm. If it is not a positive force in my life, I will seek to rid myself of it. If I miss having it around, I will pull it towards me and pursue it with the greatest and most Edwardian of tactics.

More thoughts will follow at a later point, I suppose.