Lotus

Publix muenster cheese and Reunite. Yes, I'm certain this is the upscale way of "doing" college.

I always wondered how my sister managed to have enough free time in her four years at this institution to find such websites as threebrain and such videos as Kitty Cat Dance; now I know.

The secret lies in the ample amount of work there is to do, and simply being one of the masses and choosing not to do it - any of it - until "it" absolutely must be done.

But hey - who cares? Really. The point is I went to yoga tonight and the instructor said "nasty-nasty."

Getting-it-donedess

This has been a very productive week, and it's only Tuesday. Not that productivity has the slightest thing to do with beaches, but hey - why not?

Things are looking good in the academic sphere. My previous worries of graduating only with a fair amount of stress have abated in the wake of actually speaking with someone on what I need to do. I've also taken the time to clear up a few personal issues (always helps with sleeping) and I've even gone so far as to - dare I say it? - prepare far in advance for an upcoming quiz. Quiz!

These people...

I'm going home this weekend, something I really haven't done at all sophomore year. It is becoming increasingly obvious that my parents won't be around forever, and even if they are I'll end up moving eventually. Sad circumstances have readily brought that to my attention as of late; you have to cherish others while they're around.

So anyways. Despite everything, I realize how much this blog is lacking. I'm working on it, ok?

Taps

Today was the most terrific day I've had in a very long time. I went to see the Battle of Olustee re-enactment with my dad. It was pretty cold but so beautiful in the sunlight, and both of us smelled like gunpowder by the end of the show - black boogers and all.

I'm won't bore you with a full description of the entire battle, but I will share some of the pictures I took. Hope everyone else had as great of a Sunday as we did!

PS: The South kicked major ass at this place, and yeah - they shot the Union in the back. Yet for some reason, I kept referring to them as "we." I sicken myself.

PPS: Nevermind. It's taking quite a while to load the pictures. I'll bore you with them in person.

Carnations...

...really are my favorite flower.

In short:

Yes, you're reading this.

No, there isn't much new from the last time you read it.

Yes, I've written since then.

No, you may not see it.

Yes, the pictures are all mine.

No, you still may not see it.

Capeesh?

Veneral Disease

For the most part, today wasn't fantastic. It only outright sucked in the evening, so I suppose that isn't too bad.

I am thinking of starting anew, taking off some (or all) of the posts I have written since I changed the address, once again making this a public matter. Not that I have much to say, but I do enjoy writing; I may not know it, but I need it. Someone else doesn't have to read, I just need to write.

Anyways, it seems as though Valentine's day is indeed another day in the life. I woke up telling myself that very truth (for I really do believe it), and my suspicions were completely true. Our relationship may be teetering dangerously close to the edge right now (perhaps I'll take this post off as well), and for this reason today just felt... crappy. But who really needs the purple monkeys? They make for wonderful company, but shouldn't the one you love be worth a purple monkey any old day? Granted, that's when I got mine - but YOUR purple monkey; you should be given one more often.

I don't know. The only part of the day that made me feel special was the very end (when I also felt the worst). A phone call to someone back home cheered me up and got me laughing when I was already silently crying; a movie with a quiet roommate kept me on the up-and-up; and a surprise visit from a very busy friend made me feel perhaps the best I had all day.

I'll be honest - life isn't so fun right now. I've got a lot to worry about, and those worries aren't for nothing. I need to dwell on some things lest I never figure them out. I know I don't have it so bad; despite everything I've said and have been saying, I truly know this not only in the depths by on the surface as well. It's just overwhelming sometimes this feeling of hopelessness, this panicky disarray of careless apathy - yes, that made sense.

I have some really good friends, though, who ease their way into making me know I'm worth a something, and they do it best when they don't know I needed reassurance.

It's beautiful. It's long. It's Valentine's Day.