I'm doing National Novel Writing Month



"It was an interesting phenomenon to the employees of the Fill ‘n Fly gas station located on the extreme brink of suburbia where the sounds of the interstate fall like spittle from a lispy teacher’s mouth barely making it, and disappearing just a bit further on. Greta, the general manager of the store as well as sub-regional chairperson of the employee welfare committee for the tri-county area had discovered several grey hairs on the lower left side of her scalp. Two years prior, Greta had been advised by her Psychic Phone Friend that grey hairs were not simply signs of age, but of the need for a change in one’s way of life. Unfortunately for the Fill ‘n Fly employees, the Psychic had not known that Greta’s life was, in fact, somehow mystically bound to that of her station. "

In other news,

I'm away at school now in Beloit, Wisconsin. I absolutely adore this place and I've met so many wonderful and fascinating people. I feel like I'm in a wonderful place in my life, a sort of continuation of the last year that I never expected.

My final year of high school was incredible, an adventure I couldn't have imagined. At the end of the year I found myself repeatedly realizing that I had never been so happy in my life, and that sort of wonderful feeling of place, that feeling of direction (however vague) that tells me to keep going is still with me.

My trip to Europe this summer is still dancing in my head. So many adventures and thoughts packed into such a brief eruption of time... I've been working on the photos I took there on and off all summer and they'll continue to provide fodder for my creative fire for some time.

I'm enrolled in courses on Ancient Greek, German Studies, Medieval History, and Biological Anthropology this semester, maybe adding a half-semester course on Ancient Manuscripts later on.

Just a brief update, but one that was long overdue.


How are you all?

Greetings,


What's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?




Sincerely,

Mich.

og hér ert Þú...



Last Sunday a wonderful coffee place opened a short trek from my house. I have been there every day since then... sometimes more than once.

They know my name already.



Also,

I have two months of school left. That feels incredible.
Also, I'm still taking thousands of photos all the time. They exist at least, and I promise you'll get to see some soon. Things are just ein bischen chaotisch lately.



Also,

even though it's April now, we got 8 inches of snow yesterday.




Also,

I can't concentrate on anything.




Also,

it's national poetry writing month in Amerika and I've been writing little pieces on every scrap of paper I can get.

You probably won't see any of those.





Much love,

-Joe

person: So how was your evening?




self: I was almost killed by someone running a red light, was yelled at at work when I wasn't even working, was forced to sit through an hour of being told that people like me were caused by original sin (I've never felt so close to crying in public), was turned down by a boy and forced to consider how foolish I'd acted for the last month, and finally spilled milk all over myself while staying up all night long to work on an essay I couldn't care less about after 4 nights of 3 hours of sleep, collapsing somewhere between the brink of death and my alarm clock buzz. And I lost my favorite pen.








person: ....... so......?




self: You know what? In all honesty, it was a really good night...



person: huh...














-joe