These are almost becoming daily at this point, only took a couple months. I had to rush a paragraph about a new development in an engineering field before I went into class. Turns out Texas Instruments, the same company that makes the calculators, made a micro motor. I'm not really sure if it's a motor or whatever but they're tiny, like 3mm at its widest. Class started with us going into the machining shop and getting talked to by a professor. I liked him. He talked about how he had the same job for forty years and still isn't bored of it. That is one of my biggest fears with college as a whole. It sucks how we are expected to know what we want to do for the rest of our life when it has barely began, plus you aren't even really "alive" for some of those years. He passed me two drill bits, one normal, I guess, and one made out of carbon. He asked me in front of everyone which was heavier and I didn't fuck up and say that the normal one was heavier. I even sounded like a normal person which was a bonus. I got skipped over when they were passing some laser-cut parts which made me sad since I made sure everyone behind me was able to hold everything I got to. The guest professor started to talk about the weirdest things he's made but never brought anything specific up and then asked if we had any questions. Obviously the only question that was asked was what was the weirdest thing that he made. I think everyone was expecting like sex swings or just anything that was actually weird but he said a sheet of metal in a hospital bed. He even described it as "just a flat thing". After we finished in the machine shop we went back with our normal professor and he made us listen to him go over a powerpoint for an hour. That's normal for that class but I thought he'd speed through it. Went to get sushi and the cashier didn't notice me so I had to start a conversation for once. Tried it and didn't like my order of Cali rolls and a crab bowl I think. Maybe I got a different bowl than I usually do because I've only noticed three different variations and two of them look the same. I actually wanted to try the poke bowl they have with mango. He also didn't give me any chopsticks which sucks because I swear sushi tastes better when you eat it with chopsticks. It sounds gay but its true.
While I was writing the part about sex swings a dragonfly(?) started hovering in front of the screen. I tried to get a photo of it but it slowly hovered perfectly fucking vertical while doing a full rotation over five to eight seconds. It reminded me of a butterfly I saw while dropping off laundry. The upper 75% of its wings was black and the rest on the bottom was a nice, cool blue. I'm trying to find what the exact species of butterfly it was but I can't find it. When I saw it I remembered this TikTok listing off everything you could wish on and "the first butterfly of the month" or something similar was one of them. I remembered the TikTok but I didn't remember to wish for anything. It was a really pretty butterfly though.
My mom's boyfriend was at the house. I hadn't seen him since before college so it was nice to see him again. He said it looked like I lost weight which I have since I haven't been working out at all really. Still made me feel good though. My mom wanted to offload more food to me before I left and I took a box of mushrooms and one of those tiny pyramids of yogurt. He laughed at her for doing that. On the way back I saw a bunch of red cars. The only reason I started counting is because there was six of them in a gas station parking lot, on the street in front of it, and in the houses across the street. I counted at minimum twenty three red cars on the way from my mom's house to my apartment. I was strict with my counting too, I didn't count any maroons.
I wrote most of this outside if it wasn't obvious from the dragon fly. I went back inside early because there was an animal and I got scared. Now I'm writing this in my bed, my feet are a little cold still though. Also thinking about changing how my blog looks.
After writing that last sentence I went through the library and hit my pen, tell me why the fuck I get a blob of resin slapping my tongue. It wasn't boiling hot or nasty tasting, I just wasn't expecting anything solid. I always write in sprints instead of marathons. It takes longer and I should probably work out in-between but I think it makes me write more.
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