This weekend my Typography teacher was gracious enough to actually give us a break. All we had to do was finish our found font notebook. No thumbnails, no font research, no hand cramps, just sitting on the couch flipping through magazines. This was one of those moments when you're so deep underwater that you forget the fact that you aren't breathing until you look up and realize how deep you really are. As you scramble for the surface, pulling at the water like it's some sort of solid material, you feel your lungs begin to ache and contract. The instant you break the surface of the water you involuntary take the deepest breath of your life, and instantly your lungs feel as if they just went through a deep tissue massage. This weekend was the breath of fresh air to my near drowning experience.
I actually got to hang out with friends, sit around, and do nothing important or school related. I think, after this weekend, I feel like I'm starting to belong in Denton. It's finally starting to feel like home.
I also had another one of those "surreal" experiences that I'm so famous for having now. You can probably expect to read all about it soon.
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