Poetic
J-Term, for me, has become lukewarm. It was fun for a while - namely, no stress no mess, room all to myself and time to relax and goof off - but the novelty's kind of worn off after a month. It's possible to have too much free time. It's possible to start to want work; nay, crave it just for the sake of having something to do. It is not possible to crave the school food, or the cold that is New England winter, but this boredom is killing me. Slowly. I'm drowning in water, and it's nice and peaceful the way I want my death in the end, but I don't want to go yet. And I start to long for the day when my classes start again, when I stress not about trivial things but classwork (though it doesn't seem like I'll get that Comparative Politics class after all).
Of course, I'll miss my family and my food and my room and California's weather. I'll miss going to sleep late and waking up at lunchtime. But monotony is deadly, and besides, I want to start that Cryptology course.
I don't know why I wrote this. Perhaps I'm just bored. Maybe I should go work on the Ninja Nun drawing.
*wanders off*
Of course, I'll miss my family and my food and my room and California's weather. I'll miss going to sleep late and waking up at lunchtime. But monotony is deadly, and besides, I want to start that Cryptology course.
I don't know why I wrote this. Perhaps I'm just bored. Maybe I should go work on the Ninja Nun drawing.
*wanders off*