It's been a while since I've written in this blog--actually, it's been a while since I've done, well, anything. Anything that's remotely creative, anyway. The last 6 months have been pretty grueling in terms of schoolwork and getting a handle on life, but the summer quarter promises to be a little bit kinder so I'm going to try to update more regularly, and also actually be able to follow other people's updates (like Kim's! I miss Kim). Of course, Medill also has a history of lying and breaking spirits, so we'll see how it goes.
It's also been a while since I've cleaned my apartment.
I'm kind of OCD about keeping a clean bathroom and kitchen, so that was okay, but I don't think I've vacuumed since...February...ish. The carpet's been undeniably crunchy, and after Tyler sheepishly flicked a fleck of couscous on floor yesterday, I decided that enough was enough. I don't have class until 3pm, so I decided that I was going to get my butt down to the duty office and rent a vacuum.
This is the elderly machine that the office staff bequeathed upon me:

Seriously, this thing better transform into a battle-fighting, protective guardian-type alien robot, b/c I cannot think of another reason why someone would keep something like this around. I almost felt bad putting it to work. It moved with effort, like it was trying so hard to do its job, but it was just too old and too tired. It actually creaked.
Be kind, Engelhart, and retire your elderly vacuums.