now is the early February of our discontent

I haven't posted much besides music shit recently (speaking of which, the new Soul Jazz comp Tropicália is totally hot), so I figured I'd get into this during my immense boredom this afternoon.
There seems to be a pall of disillusionment drifting over the South Menlo Estate. Could be that we are all just anxiously anticipating graduation and either (like myself) sick of the work until then or (like most everyone else) fearful of what's coming next. Or, for those who aren't graduating, sad that their beloved elders will soon be leaving.
I've been surprisingly productive writing poetry for my independent study, which is pleasant, though it's all emo-Imagist stuff (like William Carlos Williams meets the Postal Service...damn that's literate of me). Let me know if you'd like to read; I'm not confident enough to fully post it.
What we all really need is for Young Jeezy to roll in and save us from this ennui.