heh

I spent most of today quilting and watching action movies.

I re-shelved all of the books in my room, to make way for this semester's books. I shelved thematically over my desk and by color on the other shelves. Dork = yes, but it looks good.

My books came in for next semester (huzzah for free two day shipping!) - except for one about which I am being stubborn. I don't think a book about how to be a successful hopefully-not-starving young artist should cost that much. Also, I have no desire to make my living as a self-employed studio artist. That way lies madness. So, yeah, all my books but one...

There's stuff to do, trips to take, books to read... After my freshman year I tried to read over summer break and completely failed. I had spent the last 6 months reading all day every day (or nearly). Consequently, it took me nearly a month to finish Emma. I felt really stupid and slow. This past semester I did nothing but write all day every day (or nearly), and I have been reading ravenously since I got home. It has been quite nice. Sometimes I feel like my brain is a reservoir, and when all the words are gone I have to spend some time filling it up again.

Getting sort of anxious about the future. School is such a specific way of life. If you stay inside the lines you are probably going to be fine. The rules everywhere else are a lot harder to follow. I like to think that I/we'll be ok, but it's a lot to think about. I like to be able to plan things, but the plan fades out after a certain point and there's just a big open spot labeled "here there be dragons." Good thing I like dragons...