Intransivtivity?

Hit one of those calm, sort of comfortable feelings today again. It always feels off actually saying it or identifying it, sort of in apprehension of it disappearing and some sort of pre-finals frenzy setting back in with its recognition. Trekked over to Bordertown for a while to actually lock down that paper I was frolicking around in my last post - ended out at 5 pages in place of the 3 planned for. I sort of feel that nobody is going to actually read it or analyze it, as most of the lecture is turning it in during this last class for 5-some-percent of the grade in the class. Few pages, assurance that it wasn't an article copied from BBC on the transfer of Hungarian airports to the bids of EU companies, and a full 5 percent toward passing the class is all it took. The articles were actually a bit interesting and moreso the second time around. I think that this is the pull of 'academia' and the shit that stealthily convinces people into the grad school trac for some more papers with university stamps on them and the absence of a few thousand more dollars and years of your twenties. Fuck.
More semi-coherent digressions on that in later posts, probably. Sort of a fresh prospect I've been tossing around as intelligence posts or internships take some of that competitive edge thing I heard of from Carlson 'people' last year. I'll probably find myself a few years off working at a coffee shop in Odessa or something and ridiculing this entire contemplation of more studies, but I'll let it fly for a while.
Picked up a new bag yesterday - one of those Timbuk2 messenger ones. Really miss the old messenger one, but the strap frayed off past any recognition of repair after a solid year and a half, and a load of use and abuse from myself. Almost sounds like domestic abuse. At least I was sober through most of it - or is that worse? Either way it's a solid hundred some dollar donation to Midwest Mountaineering and my bank account shaking its head at me and making angry sounds. Paying rent will be a great time this month. Fuck.
The Coldplay and coffee are running down and night class is looming. Ahhhh - some Parachutes just came over the speakers so its a few minutes more and more random glances around the coffee shop. Crazy how coffee shops and restaurants are totally acceptable places for that. Everyone is sort of focused on their own столик and into their own shit, but the rest of the atmosphere is such an inherent part of whatever you're doing and random glances or conversations is skivvy. Carrying on.
Ukraine in a bit short of a week and a half. So stoked! So many things to land before the final walking to the gate. So much alcoholic tolerance to increase before the first syllabus-directed excursion to Kiev nightlife. So much Russian to lock down - so I can offend an entire population not just by being a foreigner, but by speaking the language of the country that they are finally turning from after the sorry-we-were-sort-of-drunk offences of Russian imperialism.
So much fucking life.