Don't Think of Anyone but Me, I'll Have No Lovers On the Side.

I love Janis Ian. I won't rehash my last post in its entirety, but I love, love, love the song Between the Lines. Enough to do a cover of it. 

Yesterday I saw a waving sandwich on the corner of 8th Avenue. I waved bashfully at him, and surprisingly, I wasn't horrified at the fact that we made eye contact. Usually looking a dancing, waving sandwich in the eyes [or for that matter, any person dressed in company attire advertising on the street] terrifies me. He was calm, I was calm. It was a pleasant encounter. 

Recently [and by recently I mean ever since my freshman year] I've been considering a change of location. A big change. So, research is being done, applications will be filled out, and time will tell where I will be this time next year. It's scary though, even imagining myself outside of this tiny city. Lame as it may be here, I've gotten used to it. I feel like I could do a little better than I'm doing now though.

Sarah Emily sent me home from Nashville yesterday with two cream sauce recipes. I'm thoroughly excited, and do believe I may try out the lemon sauce tomorrow night if my room mates are willing. I really should cook more than I do now. It's not like I don't have time, I just don't seem to have the motivation [similar to how I react to my American Lit class...]. 

The weather the past few days has been sending me mixed signals. Friday it rained so hard [but was a little balmy] that my drive to Nashville became an hour longer than originally intended. Saturday was the greyest, coldest day I had seen in a while. Sunday morning I woke up to brilliant sunlight and snow on the ground. Emotionally, I am confused. Usually I draw a three-day emotion based somewhat on the weather. Not completely, mind you, because if that was the case, I would want to kill myself in the winter due to all of the rain. But just from these past days, I've decided to settle into a "cuddle up with coffee and an old movie" mood. Which is unfortunate, because I have a lot to do. Things like finish Mansfield Park. And German Homework [which coincidentally I did a day early because I don't read German and misread the instructions.] and take many, many naps. I'll make time for Casa Blanca at some point though. I need to hear Humphrey Bogart saying, "Play it. If she can take it, so can I." What a MAN.

Concerning my lack of depth in the most recent posts, I feel as if any emotion I wanted to pull out and place on paper is simmering on the back burner. My thoughts are still there, but they need to stir around for a while longer before I can express them correctly. A lot of things have been happening, there's a lot I need to get used to. Life has handled me roughly in the recent past, and I don't resent it. I just need to think about it for a while.