Time Flies

I haven't posted in a while here. Don't know where the time goes but it is just flying by! Make me think of one of my favorite quotes by one of my favorite authors; I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. -Douglas Adams

Anyhow, I've been busy working in school and not really doing much else then hanging out with people here in the east residence of the campus. It is a bit weird here. A strange surreal feeling. Every townhouse is the same, with the same furniture and same planning. If you go visit someone it feels like you are first leaving your own home then coming back in to you own home again. You sit down in an identical sofa in an identical living room next to an identical kitchen. It's like something out of the Twilight Zone. Somehow I can picture this place deserted and dead. It has no soul the only thing keeping the shell alive is the people living here. When they are gone the sense of this place will be gone too.