There is No Subject, There is only..."the dance!"
I don't have a whole hell of a lot to say right now. I go home in like 40 days. This makes me joyous. My mother and brother are coming to visit this weekend. This also makes me joyous. I got an A on my Shakespeare midterm when a friend of mine who is smart got a D. This makes me joyous. Bagels with cream cheese for breakfast. This makes me joyous. The fact that that last sentence was not a sentence at all but merely a sentence fragment, and that even though I am an english major, I couldn't care less makes me joyous. My Mom is bringing my guitar which I have missed for oh so long. This also makes me joyous. For all this joy, there is also pain, but its not worth getting into. I just rest in the fact that the pain is subsiding and the joy increasing. I'm going to hope against hope that things stay that way for at least a little while.