Mi vida está loca

I (believe) I have now read all of BMB.  Then again, another hidden stash may spring up... a fan can only hope.

Anyways, you may or may not wonder what I've been up to besides reading awesome webcomics.  Well, I've been noticing the definite lack of spring around here.  One day it's chilly and cloudy, the next it's blazing sun with oppressive temperatures.  The weather-maker apparently thought it fit to skip a traditional spring with gentle spring weather and instead sporadically switch between summer and winter.  I suspect global warming is behind these shenanigans.

Weather aside, I often feel as if I am metaphorically drowning.  School is coming to a close at an alarming speed.  I feel like I still have so much to do before the year ends.  Next year is going to have a beastly work load and multiple summer assignments.  Free time and sanity (not to mention sleep) look pretty much shot.  And then while I'm worrying about next year, I still have projects and ever-nearing finals happening this year.  Oy.  Time is speeding by much too quickly for my taste.

On a lighter note, I've got a smashing book.  After hearing from numerous reliable sources of its excellence, I decided to give Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game a read.  It's fantastic!  I haven't finished it yet, but I so far I recommend it.  Perhaps I'll try and get my brother to read it...

So: keeping it together until summer is my main focus right now.  Too bad there will be no more new stories with Cy and Skids and the gang to cheer me on... but who says I can't revist old haunts? ^_~

Libraries cheer me up

This past week I've been especially frazzled and very irritable. However, my mood is improving. This probably started with the slide projector in photo class, and went on from there.

Today, my darling dearest was not present, meaning I had heaps of time to utilize-- alone-- during the immense gap better known as 'waiting for swim practice to start'. I wandered up to the library with every intention of doing homework, but (as I said) I was pretty burnt out and was not in the mood for geometric sequences and Lenin.

Then, And Tango Makes Three caught my eye!  I had heard about it, and it was the perfect opportunity to read it.   For those who don't know, And Tango Makes Three is a children's book based on the true story of two male penguins in the Central Park Zoo who fall and love and adopt an egg.  They're now a happy family!  It was a very sweet book, and I'm adding it to my list of books to most definitely read to my potential children of the future. 

Anyways, reading that perked me up some.  I still had it in me to lug  the Modern World History text book over to where I was sitting, but I was in no mood to open it.

By some unfathomable force of nature, I instead did a library search for Andy Warhol.  This led me to a rather good book on him, and I read the thing until the library closed.  (I feel I must explain my unexplainable fascination with Andy Warhol.  For reasons unbeknownst to me, I find Andy Warhol an incredibly attractive individual.  I'm a sponge when it comes to him.  I happen to love interesting people, and he ranks pretty high on that list.)  As you might imagine, this cheered me up considerably.  I plan to continue reading from where I left off at page 55 next time I come around.

Then, at long last, swimming came.  I love being buoyant, and I had Walk on the Wild Side (appropriately) stuck in my head.  Mellow, calm.

Four tests in three periods tomorrow (ouch!) but I think I'll do all right.  I sure hope so.

I fully realize that I just related in great detail my after school affairs and that this is not prime subject matter that people readily read.  But it made me happy when I needed happy.  I hope you're happy, too.  Happiness is a good thing.  It's a good thing.