How is it that I feel both jittery and lethargic at the same time? As soon as I got back to my room from work/class I became super-hyper-shaky. It has been at least two hours since I last had caffeine. Because of running stuff around at work, I do not want to move or do anything. Picking something up off the floor is a struggle. I cannot hold a pen to write. Typing is a struggle.
Whee, now I am a bit dizzy. This is how I feel when I get really excited/am really happy about something. Sure life is grand, but nothing specfic springs to mind. Maybe some homework or reading would calm me down.
Every day I get a little closer to working on the zine (Jetplanes!).
JETPLANES R! JETPLANES R! Oh god Steph I miss you right now. When are you coming? I need to know if I should go to Liverpool Saturday or if I should wait to go with you (Emma too, get your butt over here).
Here is where I impress/piss you off with my plans for February.
It will be sad next year when I cannot fly to Berlin to write a freaking essay.
I still have no idea what I am doing for Spring Break. At some point I think Mike and I are doing a Prague/Budapest weekend trip. Bethany wants to go to Paris with Mike and I some weekend. I need to go to the museum there too for this paper.
Hmm, for spring I think I want to see Neuschwanstein. I feel bad for all I missed in Rome and Florence, but I could not bear to go back without marmar. Perhaps I will chill in the alps. I miss snow. I also want to go to Spain because I have not been, but it scares me a little. Ooh, there is always Greece… blagh.
Is it bad that I am excited for work on Monday because I get to redecorate/move furniture in the student Tea Room? There are these awesome three green chairs that lineup to make a couch. I plan to recreate the Tea Room in the Journalism Room's image.
A giant collage of suck that I did last semester is either rolled up in some art studio or in a dumpster. I hope it still exists, because my room might get psychotic with its addition. It also has several polaroids which I would rather not have been tossed. Tomorrow morning I shall see to that.