Keeping Time

The world is like a fine tuned watch. And so is Pullman.

Its this giant system. All these moving parts. All these plants and trees growing all over the place. Up the sides of buildings on campus and all the fields outside campus. Then you have all these people. Going which and what ways. No one really knows where the rest are going but there we all go in separate directions. Its kind of mad really. There is so much going on, so many places so close but I will never go to them all. There are so many people. Then there is so much to learn. So many minds in one place makes this a special place I guess. But a watch does not only have all these parts, but it serves a purpose to. Keeping Time. I can't help but love what Pullman is. Not what is has, but what it is. This collaboration of minds and ideas that represents so many people. Special really. 

It does have it's downsides, however. There is so much going on, there is so much to miss. From big things like events that are being put on, to little things like just enjoying the littlest parts of campus that bring aesthetic appeal to this place. There is so much to do and so little time. The only reason time exists is so that everything doesnt happen at once. But time flies when I am here in Pullman, but I feel like I am missing out on so much. I dont miss out on reading books though. I do plenty of that. Plenty of class. I write "extraordinary drive" on just about every piece of paper I have to remind myself that those who are the best at anything are only the best because of their extraordinary drive to be the best. 

These are things that I am learning about here besides school. I am driven in just about everything I do these days. Some may not believe it, but I have actually stopped the biting of nails all together, and they are beautiful and not chewed up. I have written a novel. Not really. But I do read, I do write. 

I may not call enough though. But you can still call me. Anyone? Is anyone out there? I swear I write and laugh at my own words, and I and maybe two others are the only ones to ever see these things. It is a rather strange idea here, the Blog that is, because although no one is really reading, there is millions who if they wanted to could. But I guess the life of some cougar kid is rather boring.

Adios

James

Ps.

This is the first ps in maybe forever

pps.

Not sure if I am to put pps or pss, anywho I have a football game tomorrow. I shall have cheyenne record it.

For fun of course!