First day of classes, eh? Not too bad at all, I think I'm going to enjoy all of them, even though my schedule blows. A lot. It's hard to get from Woodburn to the freakin' Optometry building. Oh, and no, it's not an optometry class...it's a linguistics class. But they don't have a building. My last one was in the chem building. Poor linguistics dept, with no home. Someone help the homeless. Loving Cecil again, and the fact that I have five fellow 403ers by my side in this class. An interesting mix of us, though. More boys than I expected in this class, since last one had two. Should prove to be loads of fun, and if not...well, I know I'll have at least a few good poems to look forward to. Criminal justice...meh. Typical intro class. All-Campus Band...well, I'm a little intimidated, to say the least. Haven't played seriously for about a year and half. Ah well. As long as I get second part. Which means I'll have to beat...three people, or four. Four, I think. I'd just as soon play second, as it's lower. I just don't wanna be last. I'll sit where ka decides, eh? Love the Dark Tower books, lovelovelove them, and I'm sad that I'm in the last one now. I almost don't want to read, because I don't want it to end. I want the ka-tet to go on, questing forever, the Tower just out of reach, and always safe, but close to danger, and the gunslingers saving it always. Who is my own ka-tet? It must be my boys, yes? At least for now. I've become dangerously entrenched in this story, using their words, and thinking of them often. I dreamt last week that I was a gunslinger, and Christy and Hans were by my side. But perhaps just because they are the two that've read the stories.