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.