Jan 15, 2008 15:02
I've been scurrying about the past few days making sure everything is squared away for starting classes. Not that I think I'm ready yet, anyway; I still haven't the faintest idea what I really want to do. General frameworks, vague guesses, intellectual stimuli I'd like more of... but then if I never try I won't ever find out.
Other than that, it was my birthday on Sunday and I am now 20 years old. No longer a teenager (supposedly). The day before, my mother took my sister, Nina, and me to see Evita, and then Sunday I gave Nina the tour of Norwich, ate warm cheese cake that tasted like toasted cheese sandwiches, and watched movies. My mom bought me a coat that we decided she may have stolen from some poor ex-soviet KGB general and cleaned and packaged for me (therefore, it is pretty freakin' awesome). And I'm still waiting for a disco ball. But, I got the one thing I really wanted, so rue not the day.
I have decided that this entry is mostly pointless and will desist, but, if you were curious, I am absolutely incredibly happy with where I am right now, and haven't done much besides be ridiculously happy, which is something I definitely needed. Furthermore, I think this is the kind of happiness I can tuck safely inside of me and face a harsh world with, and come out stronger and happier on the other side. exuent.