Okay, I've given in and decided to change my blogging patterns a little. I think I'm going to try to post here, at Perpetually Unfinished, a lot more frequently-- maybe I'll give every day a whirl, maybe not; I haven't decided yet. Then, I've created a new blog--
Closer to Fine-- for longer, more in-depth and thoughtful writing. You (my many adoring readers-- hey, stop laughing!) can keep checking in here, and I'll indicate every time I write something over
there.
Yes, this is more complicated than it needs to be. Deal with it.
Let's see... last night I got very wet. Twice. First, I decided to go to Norris for dinner to use up the last of my Munch Money (not the greatest investment of $100 I ever made, but after I paid it in September, I'd've had to forfeit $25 to get my money back). I was done by 8:15, but it was raining, so I decided to wait for the 9:00 shuttle. And wait I did... until 9:15, when it still hadn't arrived. Then I waited a few more minutes in hope the rain would slow, to no avail. So I walked the 10 minutes back to my apartment in a downpour.
I got to spend about 2 hours dry, and then went back to campus to go on a walk with Kyle. It was still pouring, but as there weren't exactly a lot of other nights for walks left to choose from, we figured, what the hell? This time I got even more soaked, and I'm not sure my sneakers are ever going to recover. It was a good time, though, and luckily I wasn't in one of my weird over-thinking moods. We wandered all over, and Kyle showed me some cool tucked-away places on campus I'd never seen before. (There's something a little strange about the freshman showing the senior the neat campus secrets, but that's neither here nor there.)
Near the end, we started talking about Peace Project for a while. I have all sorts of thoughts about Peace Project that have been rolling around in my head for weeks and need to get written out, so I'm not going to explore it too much detail right now, but it was really interesting to me to hear how Kyle sees the groups and his place in them. And I knew this already, but it's-- rewarding? exciting? comforting? nice? I can't come up with the right word at all-- to have someone else here who seems so in tune with the way I think about things. In a lot of ways, I think we're very much cut out of the same mold as activists, except that in some aspects he's not as I am but how I
should be-- with more confidence, more dedication, and without the stupid resentment of NOWAR that takes too long to fully let go of. But that's a train of thought that requires a lot more time to explore than I've got right now.
Yeah. I should start packing eventually, if I want my family to help me move stuff when they get here on Thursday...
