Theories.
I think the headaches are caused by the ridiculous, all-too-regular amount of coffee I've been consuming of late. I'll have to stop that (but I really don't want to...I like it so much...oh well).
Chris turned 21 on Friday. We went to Fairfax, spent the night with his family, came back here, & he left on Saturday evening. It was lovely.
Last night, I did nothing but watch TV: first, "Bruce Almighty" was on, then Meredith & I watched "Mars Attacks", then the girls downstairs were watching "Garden State" & we jumped in at the beginning. We only watched half of it; I'd forgotten how much that movie can suck me in. Too bad the ending is so lame. Still, the soundtrack kicks fucking ass, as Jack Black might say.
I'm getting progressively less motivated to study for/care about exams, & progressively more excited about not being at school for the next four weeks. Work, Indiana, work, Israel, back here...the break will be over before I know it, but I think it might be good to have some (more) alone time, or something. At least I like the kids I work with, for the whopping eight or so days I'm going to be working there. The more I think about it, the more I am certain I will be working next semester.
Taking a break from workin on my poetry anthology. I regret the amount of effort I put into workshop this semester; I felt so overwhelmed with everything else that I wasn't able to put nearly as much thought into writing as I ought to be, considering it's my major & it's why I came here. Requirements are bullshit; if you know exactly what you're interested in, there ought to be some way to bypass them. Oh well.
Next semester, it's looking like some combination of the following: physics, Hebrew, 18th Century poetry, scriptural reasoning, & a workshop. I'm also signed up for African-American drama & something like Romantic poetry & prose, but I'll probably drop them both. I wanted to take fretboard harmony, but I don't know if I'm ready for 19 credits.
Oh yeah, & the newest piece of news: I will not be living in Hereford again next year. I'll either be living in a house with Meredith, Rachele & Katherine (if we ever find one), or I'll be living at home. I'm sort of leaning towards home, because I feel like it's ridiculous for me & my mom to be paying rent in Charlottesville when I can just stay at home for free. Just the same, there is something so pathetic-sounding about living at home during my fourth year of college. Maybe I could save enough money to move to the city of my choice after graduation. (As of now, it's looking like the top choices are Boston, New York, & Chicago. I've been staring at apartments on Craig's List compulsively. Someone please clue me in to the fact that my life is possibility-less.)
I just want to move somewhere where I can find a good job, a decent apartment in an interesting and safe area, & sell my car. & I want to meet people. I need friends. Or something.
Chris turned 21 on Friday. We went to Fairfax, spent the night with his family, came back here, & he left on Saturday evening. It was lovely.
Last night, I did nothing but watch TV: first, "Bruce Almighty" was on, then Meredith & I watched "Mars Attacks", then the girls downstairs were watching "Garden State" & we jumped in at the beginning. We only watched half of it; I'd forgotten how much that movie can suck me in. Too bad the ending is so lame. Still, the soundtrack kicks fucking ass, as Jack Black might say.
I'm getting progressively less motivated to study for/care about exams, & progressively more excited about not being at school for the next four weeks. Work, Indiana, work, Israel, back here...the break will be over before I know it, but I think it might be good to have some (more) alone time, or something. At least I like the kids I work with, for the whopping eight or so days I'm going to be working there. The more I think about it, the more I am certain I will be working next semester.
Taking a break from workin on my poetry anthology. I regret the amount of effort I put into workshop this semester; I felt so overwhelmed with everything else that I wasn't able to put nearly as much thought into writing as I ought to be, considering it's my major & it's why I came here. Requirements are bullshit; if you know exactly what you're interested in, there ought to be some way to bypass them. Oh well.
Next semester, it's looking like some combination of the following: physics, Hebrew, 18th Century poetry, scriptural reasoning, & a workshop. I'm also signed up for African-American drama & something like Romantic poetry & prose, but I'll probably drop them both. I wanted to take fretboard harmony, but I don't know if I'm ready for 19 credits.
Oh yeah, & the newest piece of news: I will not be living in Hereford again next year. I'll either be living in a house with Meredith, Rachele & Katherine (if we ever find one), or I'll be living at home. I'm sort of leaning towards home, because I feel like it's ridiculous for me & my mom to be paying rent in Charlottesville when I can just stay at home for free. Just the same, there is something so pathetic-sounding about living at home during my fourth year of college. Maybe I could save enough money to move to the city of my choice after graduation. (As of now, it's looking like the top choices are Boston, New York, & Chicago. I've been staring at apartments on Craig's List compulsively. Someone please clue me in to the fact that my life is possibility-less.)
I just want to move somewhere where I can find a good job, a decent apartment in an interesting and safe area, & sell my car. & I want to meet people. I need friends. Or something.