[in which] I AM BACK

I am.

I took two exams today. American Politics was not fun. Political Theory was. (Think about that for a couple seconds, it's a pretty deep commentary on politics in general.)

I have two days to study for Statistics (doesn't that sound delightful with the "st" sounds? But I assure you, it isn't delightful at all) and write lots of logs (again, not delightful, but decidedly more so than numbercrunching (why would one want to crunch a number? I ask you)) for Creative Writing.

The amount of Stuff I Should Be Doing is astronomical, almost as high, in fact, as the amount of Stuff I Am Not Doing. (This looks really bad, grammatically speaking, but I can't figure out how to fix it. Any help would be appreciated. Thanks. Now back to Stuff.)

Did you know oranges smell like the opposite of winter? It's true. And they smell like Christmas, too.

I have the house to myself - the entire family went to bed by 9:30. I thought about studying, a little bit. Then I went on Facebook. Then I found a webcomic site, and one of the comics was this one: http://survivingtheworld.net/Lesson125.html
It made me think about writing, which made me think of blogging, so here we are. Nice place, don't you think?

Speaking of writing...

When I registered for Creative Writing this summer, there was a kind of thing in the back of my head that thought something might happen. I actually wrote a writing log about It. I'd show you, but this is a blog. Well, It appears to be happening. I'm majoring in English. I think. I mean, probably. It's just that I love reading and writing too much. I can't ignore them. It feels so cruel when I try.

I logically settle on Political Science, but then I do English-y things. Out of the three hours I had free between my exams today, I spent one and half studying. The other one and a half was spent eating my Panda Express lunch, looking at pictures in the art gallery, and reading speeches by Madeleine L'Engle.

I don't quite know what I'd do with English yet. I could go into publishing, or teach literature and/or English, or go to law school, or write. I will admit I want to write. There. I admitted it. But I do not take it seriously, at least not yet. My fear of The Box On Main Street and/or failure keeps me thinking about law school. Not that law school wouldn't also spell failure... anyway, moving on!

For now I am going to take loads of beautiful English courses and work very hard at this reading, analyizing, criticizing, writing stuff! And look at that comic every once in a while. Regardless of how credible it may or may not be, it's still somewhat encouraging. Number 3 does not bear discussion - I turn up my virtual nose at it - but I do wilt without creativity. I'm working on the life experiences.

Living in a box would probably help with that one.


Random Note:
One of the nice things about Panda Express is the fortune cookies, for which I will never be too old. I opened mine while writing this and it says:

"A TREASURED FRIEND WILL SOON VISIT YOU"

My best friend of eight years is coming home for winter break this weekend.



HAPPY UCONN EXAM WEEK, WORLD.

:)