Wherein I speak of the clipping rate at which the semester is passing

It’s Wednesday already.  And, even more strangely, it’s also February.  I feel as if I never quite got the reigns on January and it’s run off without me.  What really gets me is when I start thinking about it like, “January of 2010 is already over… We’re a twelfth of the way through the year.  Oh how time passes at such a clipping pace.”

Well, that’s the nature of time, I guess.  I’m also getting to the halfway point of my college career.  Four years isn’t such a long time, after all.  Elementary school definitely distinguishes itself in my memory as going on for ages and ages.  Our grading terms were broken down into 6-week stretches, with 6 of them in total.  For a kid that’s basically infinity.  Then I’m thinking about Russia, how I’ve probably been gone from there for nearly 6 weeks, and that’s already becoming a historical artifact in my mind.  It makes me sad to think of it, but what can I do?

Experience quite possibly is one of the weirdest aspects of this whole big whatever (we’ll call it existence for simplicity’s sake), and I don’t really know how to make sense of it.  But, here I am, listening to the cello over internet radio, thinking it’s quite a lovely thing to be able to do, and so I’ll just enjoy it.

serving up a sunday sundae

My room is an absolute mess.  As a result I’ve avoided spending too much time in it except when I have no other options, like if I want to brush my teeth or sleep.  The easiest, quickest solution would be to clean, but there seems to be something keeping me from springing into action.  I think it’s the much more interesting prospect of just spending the day goofing off with people I enjoy.

But I can’t let this go on forever, so I’m resolving in this very moment to get up tomorrow and attack this disaster head on.  It’ll probably ease the slowly growing anxiety I’ve felt since being home.