Engines of production

It scares me when I'm productive in a conventional sense.

While I once took a semester of Queer Women's Autobiographies, Eugenics and Urban Social Geography, or Chinese Lit, Candadian Sci-Fi, Antropological Methodology and Theories of Urban Economic Development now I'm studying French, Spanish, Economics and Calculus. I'm editing. I seem to be in a relationship (very weird). I warked for two candididates in the election an now I soom to be knee deep in the student election.

I was largely idle for eight months, nom I'm... doing things.

Creepy.

God help me if I ever get a job, especially if it's something especially "useful." I don't think I could take it.