The Return

So, I haven't contributed anything to this blog since Christmas of 2010. And now it's the June of 2012. Oops.
This shall change, folks! I'm turning a new leaf and becoming a responsible blogger. I guess that means I should catch you up on the last year and a half...

Well, surprise, I'm no longer 18! I'm nearly 21, and it's the summer before my senior year of college. Gasp. Aww. Sad. Happy! Whatever. I'm growing up. It's scaring the shit out of me.

My time is spent interning at this newspaper in the city closest to my hometown (I say "city" carefully...it's a tiny city) and I'm not sure if it's really my cup of tea yet but it's fun. The people are great, and I'm enjoying it. I've had a ton published, which is excellent for future potential jobs, and it's fantastic experience. Sidebar: using all of these synonyms for "great" makes me think of Millie in the film "Because I Said So." Love that one.

Anyway, I intern and I play tennis, teach the occasional lesson. Basically I'm making no money and fully living the broke-college-student lifestyle. Whoopie.

Something that's on my mind right now though is Hemingway. And identity. I'm reading "A Farewell to Arms" and it's fully captured my attention. I'm probably going to use it for my thesis, which will compare the Lost Generation to hipster literature. It makes sense. I promise. My thesis will rock. But for real, I can't get over Hemingway's use of identity. In the novel, all I know of the first person narrator is that he's an American in the Italian army and his last name. It's fascinating. And I can't wait to finish the book and to start writing my thesis.

So long for now, my dears. Pick up Hemingway, fall in love. This one's worth it.