Bipolar New England

So when I move to Florida I'm thinking I'll get a place within walking distance of the beach. Maybe in Tampa. Tampa was cool. And there will be lots of palm trees, surfers, tans, and HEAT! There will be freakin' heat! And there won't be snow. There won't be winter jackets or snow boots or scarfs or lame hats that make my hair go poof, or dry skin or black ice or super careful driving on unplowed roads. And I'll go walking and get in shape and invest in like 10 cute bathing suits. Maybe I'll get a dog.

If I ever create a band or something it's going to be called Bipolar New England.

uber?

By the way, forgot to mention that I got a page at a site called www.uber.com. It's pretty much myspace, facebook, and blogger all thrown together and it's geered more toward networking and showcasing art than socializing. My URL is www.uber.com/thenoelshow. It's pretty cool and once I figure out what I want to put up for art (and how to get it up there) you'll be able to see it. I'm still figuring out how to navigate it and stuff, so my page will probably change.

Goonie Weekend

Well, not really. More like a girly weekend... kind of... with homework. And lacking some cool girls. But still fun.

You know, when you have mounds of homework every day and then suddenly have a few days of free time, you get insanely paranoid that you're forgetting something and that you have no right to use this time to do something silly.

But that doesn't stop you from doing the silly things anyway.

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See what happens when college students get bored on a long weekend?

Balancing

It seemed like the theme of the day today was balance. Seeing as just about every inch of pavement on campus is covered in ice, just getting to and from class without breaking, spraining, or bruising something was an adventure.

As I am walking from a building on one end of campus to my dorm on the other end, I'm stepping in a lot of big puddles. I think to myself, "Finally this shit is melting! It'll be spring soon," or something along those lines, and I step on a puddle that turns out to be a chunk of ice covered in water. I, wearing my fashionable but non-functioning "winter" boots, slide and start trying to save myself by twisting around and balancing. I didn't fall, but I did wrench my knee pretty good in the process, which came back to haunt me several times throughout the day whenever a similar involuntary ice capade took place or I had to walk up or down a set of stairs.

Other than that, I've also been trying to balance homework with something resembling a social life.

What have we learned from this blog post, kids?
Tread carefully through puddles in winter, know when to give yourself a break from work and have some fun, and never buy "winter" boots because they look cute.

Cold As Ice

The one flaw in my move to Florida plan? No snow days!

Since our campus is now a self-maintained ice rink and I'm sure the roads are no different, classes are cancelled today. Woohoo!

And what do I plan to do with a whole day off now that I've slept in and all that? Homework. I'm such a dork. I'll probably watch a movie or two as well. Writing will definitely be in there somewhere. It's days like these I wish I had my xbox up here, but if I did I'd never get any work done. I'd be too busy pretending I was Lara Croft and badass. Although it would be nice to look out my window and see snow while I'm swimming around in a pond in Africa as Lara.

Enjoy the lovely weather.

Anywhere But Here

Did I ever tell you about my plan to move to Florida?

No?

Well, I frequently have this plan to move to Florida, preferrably the Tampa area because I've been there and it kicked ass. The plan sort of revolves around this near-uncontrollable urge I have to not get frostbite. Ever. And to never slip on this magical camellion ice on my way up the hill to class and fall on my ass. Ever. Among other things.

So when these cold winter months of New England come around I make a mental note to move to Florida where it gets hot as hell, but everything is air conditioned and it never snows and barely ever gets colder than 57, which is usually the temperature of my house in the winter anyway. Am I rambling? I think I am.

Anyway, I'm in New Hampshire. It's cold as... well I'd say "cold as hell," but that just sounds silly. But it's pretty effing cold and I'm not liking it. So I'm finding myself playing the Anywhere But Here game as I'm walking up to class in the 13-degree weather that feels like -3 with the windchill. Fun times.

Time Here All But Means Nothing

Anyone ever notice how time is never balanced?

Either there aren't enough hours in the day to do everything you need or want to do, or the hours stretch on and on and you can't seem to fill them. Whenever you want something to go by quickly and painlessly, it drags on forever and becomes agonizing, torturous. And you think, "End already and get it over with!" But when you want to hang on to a moment, to make it last for as long as possible before letting go, it slips away in the blink of an eye and then it's gone. And you can never get it back. And it's in the empty moments, the days that never end, the days you can't fill up, that you reflect on the moments you've lost. What else can you do when an hour becomes an eternity?

....

Does it shock anyone that I've spent a few hours reading Sartre for a class on Existentialism?
Dreary, isn't it? Which is why I'm not reading anymore of it tonight... which means, since I have more hours of work than I do in the waking day, that I probably won't finish reading the section I'm supposed to. Also my eyes feel like they're about to fall out of my head or explode or both. So they certainly don't want to read anymore tonight.

I hope we have a snowday tomorrow. Otherwise I'm screwed.

Time here all but means nothing
Just shadows that move 'cross the wall
They keep me company
But they don't ask of me
They don't say nothin' at all
And I need just a little more silence
And I need just a little more time
Sarah McLachlan