Hey! Hier Kommt Alex!

    This is the first entry I've done at night in a long time.

    It was very blustery weather today.

    I got a twitter this week to keep up with my best friend who's in college two states over.

    My boyfriend and I speak German to each other.  My sentences are generally longer than his, and they stay German for longer.

    My English Lit professor handed out scholastic book orders today in class.  Blast from the past, yo.  Why do little kids get to get their books so cheap?

    While reading Chaucer, my friend Jonas (his real name is Luke...) and I broke off into a long discussion about the amazingness of Lord of the Rings.  Evidently, we both fantasized in our youth about building and living in a Hobbit hole.  And evidently neither of us has really given up that dream quite yet.

    I was so excited that ate too many grilled cheeses this week on Grilled Cheese day.  Whoops.

    "The Office" is a rerun this week.  There go the two things I was looking forward to...

    I decided a couple ideals I have about my potential someday children and how I'm going to raise them.  Now I'm kind of tempted to have children.  That is exceptionally selfish of me, I know, that I want to have children just so I can name them and read to them in Middle English.  But so what.  They'll thank me later.

    I think I may want to write young-adult books for a living.  I'd never cut it as an adult writer, and I love the idea of infecting young minds with a love of literature...

    The song from where this entry gets its name is based on a book that involves machinery and colors... Can you figure out what?

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My gift is my song, and this one's for you....

Happy Valentine's Day!

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I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand...

    I was cleaning my shower today, wishing I had a couple little mice to help me or something (but realizing that even if there really were mice that would sing and dance and make clothes for people, they probably wouldn't choose someone like me) and I don't know why, but I started getting philosophical.  (It could be because I had just come from my Intro to Philo class...).  

    There was the thinnest ring of pink around the edge of the shower along the wall that has the faucet.  I'd never seen it before, and I didn't know what made it; I, at least, use the Scrubbing Bubble spray stuff after every shower to prevent mildew, so I didn't think it could be that.    Anyway, it struck me all the dirt that can build up without our knowledge.  And if that thin pink line had been some sort of noxious toxin, it could have slowly killed all three of us with little to no effort.  That kind of scares me.

    Especially when you think we have that kind of dirt in our lives--our personalities, our habits, and our core values.  

    I guess what I'm saying is I need to clean my soul's bathroom...?

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I wonder if you could ever despise me when you know I really tried...

    They say don't go to a grocery store when you're hungry.

    For me, the whole internet is off limits.

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I'm so excited that I just can't hide it...

    Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!  This semester is going to be fantastic.  Let me 'splain.  No, there is too much.  Let me sum up.

    I love my schedule.  I love my classes.  All of my professors are going to be awesome, even if it's just because they look like Cornelius Flitwick and they specifically insist on people using acceptable salutations and real words in their emails.  At the beginning of last semester, I was driven, but it was mostly because I was afraid of doing poorly, because frankly, most of my professors intimidated me on that first day.  So when I found out I could easily handle what they dished out, I lost my motivation.  But this semester, I'm actually genuinely interested in most every class, and those that I might be more of a struggle to enjoy still have aspects of thinly veiled coolness.  

    At the end of the day yesterday, I was so excited about those three classes, that I was afraid I would get too into them to be able to devote time to the other two I hadn't yet attended.  But now today, I'm afraid it may be the other way around.  This conundrum can only mean one thing: I'm probably actually going to, to a degree, enjoy homework this semester.  Which takes a considerable load off, as I definitely struggled with that last semester.  Not only that, but my social life has calmed down quite a bit and I feel I've developed a better will power there so as to avoid the magnetic pull of the lobby in times when I should be studying.

 

    Anyway.  I'm just super pumped.

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