this feels sort of affected but I'm blaming the book I finished
Kind of a long absence - lost my phone for three weeks, got it replaced, had the wireless go down for half a week or so, got it back, have been dragging myself to the gym, a prospect I am often repulsed by (I have never been and can't see becoming one of those people that gets a "runners high" or any such thing) but force myself into, want to go to the Bronx Botanical Garden, just got back from five days at Lake Placid (kind of fun watching the absolutely amazing Beijing Opening Ceremony in the cite of two former Olympics games - also keep on chucking Phelps, I never cease to totally not get how people perform most gymnastics, and good on lots of people winning first-ever golds for their countries!), read a book (The Magicians and Mrs. Quent) that reminded me how much I liked Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, started reading Ender's Game (feeling very slightly and temporarily OD'd on fantasy), and now I'm kind of exhausted and just want to order in food and play Twilight Princess with Lucy.
Sunday morning I woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep because I started worrying about tons of little more or less inconsequential things about Japan. I am so 100% not the sort of person to pick and worry at something to the point where it stresses me out and I become incapable of distracting myself, so it was weird enough for me to mention it to mom (which I probably shouldn't have done, because now I'm sure she fear I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown/tears/drama of some kind whenever I look the least bit down, even if it's really just because I've run out of frozen grapes). I'm definitely more excited than worried, but I do only have twelve more days before I go, and I don't really speak the language, and it'll be the first time I've gone anywhere without knowing anyone at all, blah blah blah. I'm glad I have to go, because I feel like I'd probably cave if it were totally up to me and go back to Vassar, but that would just so be cheating myself.
On a side note, I can barely tell the difference between Olympic female and male swimmers, when they're both in those highly unflattering but I'm sure supremely beneficial racer back bathing suits. I could use some new ads too, Olympics broadcasters, so get on that.
Sunday morning I woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep because I started worrying about tons of little more or less inconsequential things about Japan. I am so 100% not the sort of person to pick and worry at something to the point where it stresses me out and I become incapable of distracting myself, so it was weird enough for me to mention it to mom (which I probably shouldn't have done, because now I'm sure she fear I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown/tears/drama of some kind whenever I look the least bit down, even if it's really just because I've run out of frozen grapes). I'm definitely more excited than worried, but I do only have twelve more days before I go, and I don't really speak the language, and it'll be the first time I've gone anywhere without knowing anyone at all, blah blah blah. I'm glad I have to go, because I feel like I'd probably cave if it were totally up to me and go back to Vassar, but that would just so be cheating myself.
On a side note, I can barely tell the difference between Olympic female and male swimmers, when they're both in those highly unflattering but I'm sure supremely beneficial racer back bathing suits. I could use some new ads too, Olympics broadcasters, so get on that.