This is the thirtieth post.

Life has been going according to plan. I wonder if thats a good thing or a bad thing a lot of the time. right now I drove all the way to the Umass library at this late hour to print some stuff out as my printer has been shoddy lately, and now I have decided to blog a little bit as I waste more time. Its unlikely I'll be here past twenty or so minites, but I'll take the time I do have to write a little bit and get all of my readers, which I could more than likely count on one hand, updated in teh exciting life of Dan Hall.

so anyway, the days have been going by. Leaves are starting to turn to their autumn colors, which I really like. air is getting soemthing liek the hint of a chill in it, which is exciting for me. School has been going pretty well, classes are enjoyable mostly except for my mundane saumuri class. Unfortunatly its my most neccisary class as well, and I have to take it for the duration of the entire year. My favorite class is probably going to be Mexican history, onyl because I have a heaping, overflowing mound of respect for the professor. He exudes everything that I wish I could be in terms of ateacher. no nonesense, fun and direct. We need more like him, I think. donson is great as usual, but philosophy texts are really challeneging for me to read and comprehend. But, I'm certainly learning a lot. I hope so anyway. chinese history is very cool. their history plays out like some sort of fantastic roleplaying game or soemthing. Very epic.

Natalie and I went for a ride in the country the toher day adn we sw really cool old barns and abandoned fields and stuff. Well, they werent really abandoned, as there were obvious signs of agriculture amoung the greens and yellows of the land. However, the wide open spaces that I never associated with new england does exist in the foothills and forgotten gullys of Franklin county. I'm glad I live where I do. things with Nat are nothing short of awesome. Its great we can still be such awesome friends in the wake of all the awkwardness that transpired between us. I consider the salveging and then shining of our firnedship as one of my major successes in the recent history of me.

I'm trying to write more, because my ultimate dream is to be a writer and I really don't do enough of it to warrent dreaming such a thing. However, if I'm able to do it, I see no reason why I couldent become something great. all people who are worth anything beleive they are capable, and the difference is the reality of their assurtion. however, I'm not going to quit until my name is in print and my dreams become tangible, in the memories of my readers and the adventures carved out in my own mind. I have been on a horror and poetry kick, which are sort of opposites in my mind. Ones as campy and flase as you can get and the other, to me at least, is so obscure and poetic that it can't really be called art anymore than air could be called substance. Its more than that. but thats another blog post for another time, I guess.

the great gaping hole in my life is the lack of romantic love. There, its been said. this is the single, abysmall endless pit inside of me that is swallowing up everything else. I just want someone to love, someone to bestow all of this languished and wasted emotion onto. I realize she will have to be a fairly speacial girl to put up with all of me, but I can't help but pray that it will happen sooner or later. waiting is a slow torture, but I really hope its worth the wait. I know its whiney to talk of such things, but the fact of the matter is that I'm almost 22 years old and I've never been in an equivalent relationship of love and want. Its always been onc sided or unequally distributed, and thats no way to knwo waht love is. I don't really think I know what love is. and thats very upsetting.

The more I'm around people the more I'm dissapointed. I think its probably me, but I just cant comprehend the formation of people sometimes. It just wows me that all these...people who meerly exist and do not truly liver, who dip their toes into the stream of thought and no deeper...but I'm an intellectual snob and in fact no better than they. Whats the point of all this anyway? Rants are nothing.

Readers, I hope you think of me.

-DH

(there will be no spell check)

Philosophy and Hemingway and Octopuses and everything else.

One thing I'm really going to miss about college is the oppertunity to explore. And I dont mean this in just the intellecutal sense, like taking new classes and reading new books and what have yu. I mean this in the sense of exploring oppertunities, trying new things and reacting as a person, be it positive or negative. In all honesty, the beggining of the semester is always a little daunting for me, because I feel buried under work and ike my social life (if you want to call it that, really something in imitation of a social life) will be snuffed out. It is rarely the case. Umass has been a great place for me to grow as a person. I am better off for having come here, but I also know that my mind is still thirsty, and I'm worried, truly, that I wont have anything else to explore once I graduate. In a rut, so to speak.

So far my favorite class this semester is my 19th century german thought class, taught by my favorite professor, the only one im on a first name basis with at this point in my academic career, Professor Andrew Donson. Hes great, and the class seems like its going to be really interesting. Its full of people with opinions about things that are able to express themselves well, so I think heated debate and intense intellecutal growth is very feasible in there. The Empyricism of David Hume really resonates with me, but then there is the simple mathematical proofs that commits his theorys to flame. I'm basically an Empyricyst that believes in Math and perhaps a god. Interesting, huh?

My class with Elise is pretty cool too, although its not grounded in reality and I think thats sort of annoying. The guys a real charector, and he is finaly explosing me to Hemingway, a writer I have had embarrasingly ittle contact with up to this point. I'm very excited for that, because everything I have read by him I have enjoyed.

I met a girl on the bus ride home who was sporting a cool looking octopus tattoo. I got up the courage to speak to her. She told me all about it. As any of you know, the Octopus is my absolute favorite animal, so it was very coo to see one clutching stoicly to the fleshy arm of a near stranger. Made my day, really.


Its been a long day, and its only one. Evan is aparently going home this weekend, which means the room is all mine! I'm going to go wild, I think, haha.

Until tomorrow,

DH

A long time coming

Hey readers, thought to be extinct but proven to be alive and well. Hope all of you have done well in these past ten months. Mine have had their ups and downs, but lets just say I dont want to recount it one way or the other. The good times were great and the and the bad times were awful, but they were times, and more poignent to me in memory than they coud ever be expressed in word. I have started my senior year here at Umass, and its flooring. The passing of time is truly awe inspiring and cruel. Who knows what will befall me in the coming weeks, I know not what to expect. All I know it that its going to be exciting, and that there is a lot, a whole lot, that I must do. Should be interesting. I just moved into an apartment with Evan, Ashley and Jamie, and while I thought it was going to be a little bit questionable, I actually think its going to work out well. So thats good, living situation will be alright. Crowe is gone, and I actually miss the guy a lot. Sort of weird given our history, but time heals all wounds and we all look back on our experiance with fonder memories than the memories that actually happened.

Classes, experiance, adventure, wrap your arms around me, because here I come. I envy those just starting the journey, but I wouldent back tred. Here I stand.