Well, it's been about three weeks since my last entry that didn't related to games at all. What better day than the Fourth of July (also known as Independence Day) to... Write a nice site entry?

I finished up my spring term here at this fine establishment a few of weeks ago, thus bringing an end to intensive second-year Spanish and, at the same time, putting an end to the necessary language requirement. And I even did it with a perfectly acceptable grade -- gasp. And last week I dove (head-first, even) into my two summer term classes: Introductory Psychology and Comedy in British Literature from 1680-1830. The former is the far more interesting of the duo, by far. The great thing about summer classes is the far-reduced class size. So for Intro Psychology, which is one of the most oft-taken classes at UM, there can be five-hundred people in a single lecture hall. For summer term, we have the same doctor guy that normally teaches, but a class of only about thirty people. Works out well, and is generally a lot more laid back than the classes during the school year. The English class is far less interesting than it may sound (so, if it already sounded uninteresting, then you're with me at its level if intrigue), but that was no surprise as I had the same teacher for something else last summer. Oh well, could be worse. I could have to wake up at 7:30am every day all term.

While I was home a couple weeks ago, I got the opportunity to take advantage of the complete rural nature of my house in that I got to shoot down some bowling pins and paper targets with thingsthatgoboom. Pictures of this endeavor do, in point of fact, even exist. Consider my mind boggled.

So, in the excess of spare time that has been the day thus far, one of the things I did was look through some of my older site entries from a couple years ago (then a couple further back than that) and, just, wow. It was… Um, enlightening? The Trent we all know and lo--the Trent we all know now could've been the poster boy for the very concept of emo. I honestly could only make it through a single paragraph of certain entries before I was sent into mental anguish, which was then followed by a cringing fit.

Part of the day's temporal excess was spent finally completing the fifth chapter of the book. It's a big 'un, that's for sure. About twenty-one pages, eight-thousand some words. Probably the single-longest segment of writing I've ever done; then again, it also took me a total of a month and a half from start to finish. Granted, three weeks of that time were spent in complete inactivity as far as it was concerned, but still.

And that's about all I've got.