Fall Leaves, Bribery, Facial Hair's Anarchistic Tendencies, and Coming to a Close

The weather as of late has been nice; so nice in fact, that I want to do little but laze about with my latest Agatha Christie book. But alas, life calls! All my classes are becoming hectic as the semester comes to a close. It is at times like these that I must either bribe myself or structure my days so as to promote progress in my studies. Most likely, I will utilize both of these in the coming weeks as I register for my classes, review for finals, and get a head start on lengthy papers to cap off my grade. All this progress calls for candy! It works wonderfully as a personal motivator, dietary supplement, and mental processing stimulant. (Most importantly, it abounds after the passage of Halloween..!)

I have been worried about the leaves lately. It quite dominates my thoughts during idle moments of the day. I fear that, as last year, the leaves will not turn; I get no satisfaction from watching the trees green-brown leaves endure lowering temperatures, clinging stubbornly as if they were not leaves, but natural supernumerary appendages of the trees before finally falling as brown skeletal flakes to litter the ground in rotting heaps. My dream of fall imagery goes out the window right there!

Though leaves worry me, I suppose I can bring myself to consider other pressing issues such as the relocation of the Occupy Dentonites (Is this a correct demonym for a resident of Denton?). They moved seemingly overnight to the green out front the art building, as if a living creature migrating on pseudo-pods of cardboard and canvas. I am intrigued by their evolution; just today I saw additional signs had been displayed by them, touting anarchistic such and so's with pictures of the founding fathers laminated among them. I wonder how long they will remain camped outside...

Lastly, on the hotly debated subject of No Shave November: no words. I will not participate. If I was capable of growing a mustache I would, but legs MUST remain somewhat shaven and my face rejects the possibility of a beard, goatee, or even conservative handlebar as an adornment. Must get back to schoolwork now...