Prepare to Laugh. . .

If you want anything done, ask a busy person. . .

. . .well perhaps not too busy a person.

School has only just begun and it feels as if it is in full swing. Although, considering that the term is finished in 12 more academic weeks-the haste is understandable.

For the most part, I enjoy my classes. My Early Euro. Law/History course is amazing, regardless of the massive reading it entails. Professor Smith is energetic and makes lecture ?fun? - imagine that! I think I dislike Econ. Not that my preference matters a hill of beans because I need to do the work anyway.

Also, I have been surprisingly committed to continue running while I am at school. I run a half hour, six days a week. I am proud to say there is progress both mentally and physically: not only is my body becoming familiar with the activity, but my mind is finding other things to fixate on besides my lack of oxygen. Today, I was able to focus on the news. Some idiot said some ridiculous thing -of which is, unfortunately, escaping me. It was good though. I had to keep myself from blurting something moderately obscene at the television. Maybe that would have made everyone else's workout more interesting. . .undoubtably so.

On a more personal note, I still miss summer. On the 12 of September, however, I am too busy to dwell. That is perhaps the best aspect of being busy; one does so much that one neglects the negatives in order to increase efficiency. Others may feel that this effect isn't as virtuous as I believe it to be. To them I say: "This is me blog, dog. Don't like? Deal." The fact is, time spent daydreaming about June, July, and August is dwindling - for better or worse.

That will be it. Till next time. . .

Hello September.

It is September the first and, unlike many of my peers, I am not yet on campus. Now that most everyone I care about has gone away for school-or for vacation, I have nothing better to do than wait and hope my packing takes all day tomorrow. You see:

Andrew left today for Ann Arbor. It has been a 'blah' day. It was inevitable, yes, but nontheless saddening. We've handled much worse situations, to be sure. So, why does this seem to knock the wind out of me? Today I had to force myself to stay preoccupied. I spent some time this morning dancing. I cut my sister's hair. I walked with her to pick up her check, get her lip ring changed, and eat lunch. The trip took a brief hour and a half. I surfed the internet. I napped. I talked with missionaries. I watched a foreign film. I even laid with my mother for a bit. All of this, and I still couldn't really shake it. Maybe I got too used to seeing him everyday. We were very lucky. On top of this, I only feel like we have grown closer over the summer (depite my month 7,000 miles south). The stronger bond, with the unknown of when we will see each other next, has made today unpleasant. I am wishing I had gone to school today - perhaps then I would have busied my mind more successfully. Oh well, as sad as it is, the facts are that we have been through this before, and we have done it while coping with other challenges. I wouldn't miss him if it wasn't so good between us. No use being sad over evidence of something so good, right? Right.

Summer is over. Only 8 months. . .that doesn't sound so bad. : )

I wish you all the best. . .also, here are the pictures of my sister's hair: