I need to make a decision, and it's important. The decision is to make a decision, or maintain a status quo. So, it's a decision, that then either is made or is not. These are the tricky sort.

If you guys request one, I'll send you a mix. I have loads of blank cds, loads of music, and loads of time. Also, very few emotions to clutter my brain and make my mixes horrible, which definitely happens.

The reason I have so much time is partially that I've stopped watching movies and tv non-stop, and partially because I'm in a lull between storms of homework. The trough of a wave of paper, if you will...looming, but not crashing...yet.

If anyone has any suggestions about applying for internships, also, they should get ahold of me. I have a bunch that I'm thinking of trying for, but any tips or the names of little-known organizations would be really welcome.

I think sometime I might have enough energy to let some spill out and stain the coffee-table, if you will. I've been sipping through the night watching movies and playing halo and checking stuff online and reading textbooks and generally going insane, and hopefully this week it'll all let up and I can relax.

Then you'll get a good post, I think. Maybe then I'll make that decision, too.

I don't care what anyone says, I think Third Eye Blind is good music.

I know it's a 4000 level class, and I know it's going to kick my ass later in the year...

...but damn do I love contemporary political ideologies. We're discussing Freud and Hegel right now, and it's brilliant.

We get this eccentric little Chinese professor as a guest lecturer half the time, and he comes into class late with his hair sticking up all over the place. It's lovely. He makes fun of the British royal family and bitches about the plumbers trying to fix his house, and then turns around and discusses Civilization and its Discontents in his next breath.

I really like this school. I'm applying to be an RA next year...its pretty competitive, with probably like thirty five people applying for about ten positions, so we'll see.

May your weather be better than ours, even though ours is prettier (fog + streetlights + snow = beauty).

Never.

Ever.

Drink, and then eat McDonalds' fruit pies. Never.

In related news, I am ill.

I just saw Garden State again, but for real this time. I really liked it...a lot. But I don't really want or need any nudges towards that sort of deep, personal thinking these days.

The prominent "moral" of Garden State really only applies if you're in love. It doesn't really deal with all the periferals of a life which, unfortunately, exist. How simple it would all be, right?

And so, in the finest traditions of filing away currently useless information, I do. I've been filing away a lot of things lately; resigning things to memory and shoving others to the backs of drawers or into small boxes to mix with all the other small boxes, while I half-heartedly hope they get lost.

I don't think I really have the emotional stamina to keep everything out there, in the open. I never really did.

Today I return to college life.

I mean, I have already, it just sounds more epic if I say it like that. Jon and I drove in today at like three. It's good to be back in my room with all my music and my lurvely futonbed.

I'm really sorry that I missed a huge bunch of you. There was this swathe of friends that I was relying on Adam Wolf's party to meet up with, and I thought it was on a Sunday when it was a Saturday night. So, I apologize, and we will get together sometime this summer, I really really hope.

My break was good and bad.

After Christmas, things moved very quickly, and before I knew it we had to leave for Ithaca to go to my Grandmother's memorial service.

Ithaca was the best time I've ever had with any group of my relatives, ever. Usually I just sat there and listened to the adults, or wandered off on my own and read, while my sister engaged herself with my legion of female cousins, but the ones that were there this time are in college right now, and we talked for a long time about silly things that we all of a sudden have in common.

So it's kind of ironic that when I enjoy spending time with my relatives, it's because my grandma is dead. Funny how that goes.

Some family friends that emigrated from Egypt were there, and they were super friendly, and offered me a place to stay in DC if I end up interning this summer, AND a place to stay should I for some reason go to Cairo this summer...it's a very tempting offer.

We got back kinda early from Ithaca (eight o'clock?), and packed and burned cds and watched tv non-stop until Ben drove me to the cities at 9:30.

I've been talking about this semester with a kind of detached amusement. I know it's going to kick my ass, but I haven't really seen what with, right? Now that I'm back it's starting to visibly loom ahead of me.

And that's me for now.

I just got a cd by Chris Thile, I think, and it's really quite good. Eclectic and sweet, with a lot of erratic guitar work and REALLYTHEREnotthereverymuchatall percussion .

I've been visiting the swim team during practices and for meets, and it's REALLY making me want to swim...a lot. Unnatural compulsions to leap in the water. It's odd.

Also, I'm really hot when I'm in shape. Exponentially. For real.

So, busy weekend ahead. I'd really like to get something together with you shmuks wot are supposed to be in a band with me, seeing as Graham is in town, and I'll try to get ahold of you tonight.

Have a precious night. I hope your skies are clear and dark, and your moon and stars bright. Or at least that you've got something good to read inside, barring spectacular overhead strata.

what a night.

New Years eve this year (last year) was goood.

Everyone who played the VFW show was amazing, and what little I saw (heard) of the show at Nate's Dungeon was very good, too. Ross got tossed around a bit in the mosh pit, but meh; get in a mosh pit and you roll the dice.

After both shows we cleaned up the VFW and went and got tanked at Bekah's. It was fun. I remember hugging EVERYONE for some reason, and trying to tell Elise Fehrenbach what her brother was doing, which took about half an hour because we both were too tipsy to stay on topic.

Ben, Glynis, Katelyn and I all fell asleep on the couch-wots-got-a-specific-name-that-I-can't-remember-right-now, and we just kinda mumbled at each other all night with the little acoustic riff on the DVD menu for Garden State looping in the background.

There's something immensely satisfying about making people put up with cigar smoke all night, even if you have to brush your teeth twice to get rid of the taste.

Hah. I got home, went to bed, woke up two hours ago, and I'm still drinking milk. This is like my 11th glass. THIRSTY.