Semi-apologies for the potential depressitivity of my previous post. Been in a weird place lately, but while this morning I am again somewhat wandering the glum-lands, for the most part I've been pretty damn chipper and optimistic this past week. We will see how long that can hold out in the face of French Existentialism. Emotional resilience! Constant vigilance! Etc.!
Of course, I vowed with the start of the semester to be superEXTRAproductive this time, no really, it's seriously going to happen. Got all (most?) of my stuff organized, and then promptly spent my (long!) weekend entirely on socializing and shenanigans with excellent friends. Even better than productivity, in my opinion. Also, the most wholesome game of Twister I've ever played.
Classes are all promising, and I'm gearing up for a semester as a Supernerd. Dante! French! French Existentialism! Intensive Writing! First task: Master (or at least meet in passing?) French pronunciation. Then on to tackling my writing-stential angst. Break.
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Monday, January 23, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
If there's a God, he is laughing at us, and our football team
A few days from starting the new (my last!) semester, and despite the many sparkling positives, all I can seem to think is
sigh "Here we go again."
Which kind of sucks. I am at that nadir of long holidays, the last week before school starts. Boyfriend has again left town to return to his school in BFE. I should about now be simultaneously becoming bored by having no meaningful activity about and feeling guilty about not producing any meaningful activity, and therefore ready to rejoice upon being bestowed a schedule with deadlines and reading assignments and obligations. But no. Despite (or because of?) having fantastic quasi-spontaneous shenanigans with some high school friends and getting other "visitin'" done, I just feel the creepings of loneliness that the indifferent affections of my two cats cannot quite quell. Not, mind you, the kind of feeling that evokes the "oh I can't wait to see all my friend-people to whom I am only connected be school-type activities". That feeling, though admittedly present is outweighed greatly by the "oh god I have to do things" feeling that makes me just want to furl up in a tiny ball on the couch and watch mediocre sitcoms on Netflix until the Earth is flung out of orbit. So mostly it's just kind of a pathetic, paralyzing inertia that has me rooted here. Quite unfortunate, considering the last few days have been good ones and stuff has actually been getting done. But true nonetheless. Yet the non-bizarro Earth continues to spin on its axis, and so the rigors of doing things will whisk me out of my melancholy and into, well, doing things. Right?
sigh "Here we go again."
Which kind of sucks. I am at that nadir of long holidays, the last week before school starts. Boyfriend has again left town to return to his school in BFE. I should about now be simultaneously becoming bored by having no meaningful activity about and feeling guilty about not producing any meaningful activity, and therefore ready to rejoice upon being bestowed a schedule with deadlines and reading assignments and obligations. But no. Despite (or because of?) having fantastic quasi-spontaneous shenanigans with some high school friends and getting other "visitin'" done, I just feel the creepings of loneliness that the indifferent affections of my two cats cannot quite quell. Not, mind you, the kind of feeling that evokes the "oh I can't wait to see all my friend-people to whom I am only connected be school-type activities". That feeling, though admittedly present is outweighed greatly by the "oh god I have to do things" feeling that makes me just want to furl up in a tiny ball on the couch and watch mediocre sitcoms on Netflix until the Earth is flung out of orbit. So mostly it's just kind of a pathetic, paralyzing inertia that has me rooted here. Quite unfortunate, considering the last few days have been good ones and stuff has actually been getting done. But true nonetheless. Yet the non-bizarro Earth continues to spin on its axis, and so the rigors of doing things will whisk me out of my melancholy and into, well, doing things. Right?
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