Nearly a new year

I've been home for just over a week now. Most days it has rained. The trees are extremely deeply green, and the goose is quieter than he used to be. Not much has happened, as usual, except seeing people on Sunday and at the Christmas Eve service.

Highlights of Christmas gifts include: Batman movie (the one with Jack Nicholson and Michael Keaton. No, I haven't watched it yet, but I WILL.), a Batgirl camo hat, more monkey socks, an Escher calendar, and a blue fuzzy fleece blanket. The family got the movie Amazing Grace (about Wilberforce); we watched it last night, and I was pleased.

I've been spending most of my time reading. Each time I read a George MacDonald book, I am more impressed; this time I read Lilith. I hope I don't run out of things to read before school starts again, but at my current rate of approximately .8 books per day, I'm afraid I shall have to entertain myself some other way. Perhaps I'll sew, or drive to the beach (if the rain stops), or something else...

Sigh. I really do miss school! Is this odd? Maybe I need my head examined, but I miss my classes, and even my homework. And yes, I miss people too. Even my "wfr." It's odd having a room to myself, with nobody to share late-night random conversations with. Things are quiet and proper and well-behaved here. Perhaps I shall start some mischief, in memory of mwfr!

almost there

The semester's almost over! I just have one more final, and I have several days to study.

My wonderful roommate gave me an early birthday present today... adding Riddick to my movie collection makes it even better and crazier. She also said I need to write about her on my blog, so here goes. She makes this wonderful good-smelling potpourri-in-a-pot-on-the-stove stuff, and it makes our apartment smell warm and Christmas-y. And she makes us all laugh, which is most refreshing. And she lent me a big puffy long black winter coat today. I wore it with a belt, and felt like a poofy black snowman, and had the Pooh-bear song stuck in my head with different words, like so: "I'm just a little black snowman..." It is a warm, cozy coat, and I am honored that she let me wear it. It has been very cold outside, and the wind-chill is face-chilling.

There now, I've written enough for the moment. Must find something to DO.

Wrong again...

Once again, I discover that my assumptions of how other people perceive me are terribly wrong. This time I learn by somebody thanking me for being something I didn't realize I was being. Or, rather, somebody I'd love to be, but feel woefully inadequate for and incompetent at. Not to mention that some of what they said IS true, but I've never told this person, or really anybody else, and I don't know this person all that well, so I have NO IDEA how they knew. So I am confused, and a bit pleased. It's encouraging to hear a good word when I thought ignorance would be all...

Maybe I'm doing something right after all, even though I feel so disjointed and misplaced and fuzzy-visioned. Apparently near-strangers see more than I do; and far more than I ever expected. But I am still confused. Why? How? Am I that transparent? How did they know? And why did they thank me? Why say anything at all? Sigh. Ah, well. I need to think about this more positively: I got complimented!!