As often happens, some considerable amount of time has elapsed for which I’ve failed to account.  Chock it up to negligence, forgetfulness, or just plain laziness.  In brief, these past few months I have managed to accomplish a few more or less important things like completing my first year of college and, well, that’s about it.  After a few weeks of being home I’ve fallen into a schedule of waking up no earlier than 10:15 a.m. and retiring only after 1:30 a.m.  I wouldn’t call it the most efficient paradigm, but it does offer pleasure in that my lifestyle seems to resemble the luxury and intrigue of the 1920s socialite more and more every day.  All that’s lacking are the extravagant dressing and evening gowns and the overabundance of alcohol.  And the handful of handsome suitors to take me out for a night on the town.  Is it really so much to ask?

These days I’m also suffering mild frustration owing to a lack of close physical contact with other people.  Now, I’m very an acknowledge-others’-personal-space kinda gal, but sometimes I just have the urge to be in very close proximity with others.  And not under any spectacular circumstances.  Sitting side-by-side with someone whose arm lightly presses against mine –that’s all it takes.  Maybe that’s sounding desperate and pathetic, but it’s just how I feel.

So, with 8 minutes remaining ’til the third hour I’m going to call it a night.

it’s nearly 2AM.  i’m getting up in about 5 hours to take an exam for my Astronomy class.  it’s interesting stuff–maybe i’ll work towards a minor, or something.  japanese and astronomy.  somehow it strikes me as a good combination.  

okay, it’s probably time for all good children to be in bed.

So, not really out of any specific purpose or desire, I’ve made several slight changes to the appearance of this here blog. To keep things interesting, I suppose.

I say this often (or think it a lot) that I should keep better record of my day-to-day goings-on. Yesterday, for instance, I jumped into a frigid pool of water, the frigidity compounded by the fact that out of water the temperature was somewhere in the neighborhood of 25-30° F. It was pretty refreshing, only I think I’m paying for it now with some crappy, piddly cold. I really dislike the feeling of being sick. You can’t enjoy anything when a strange haze is hovering over you, distorting your senses in the worst possible way. For me I always lose my sense of smell and taste while my eyes and ears become hyper-sensitive. Truly a dumb combination.

Well, as I’ve been composing this I’ve gotten progressively achy and tired, so I’ll probably go and take a nap. Sounds good.