All The Small Things And Other Mediocre Pop Songs

I am currently feeling that introspective embarrassment that comes only after a night of being unnecessarily emotional.

I am official moved back into residence. I could say that I have been back since Friday but I spent all of Saturday out and about and even ended up going home for a bit, so last night was really my (second) first night here. In any case for whatever reason the emptiness (and yes, cleanliness) of my room got to me and I spent the evening feeling awful and lonely. When perhaps I should have just curled up in bed knitting and sipping hot chocolate I instead dwelled on ever sad thing I could think of.

Needless to say I didn't sleep well. At the best of times I am rarely lucky enough to get a really good night's sleep. I was awake to hear my neighbour (not sure which) and friends come in at 4:23 am but sleep found me shortly there after.

I figured being tired and having worn myself out being moppish and sad I would sleep comfortably until the light afternoon. This was not to be the case. I awoke fully and painfully (having shared my bed with a few knitting needles by accident) at 9:12 am. I will let you do the math.

I got up as slowly as I could, realizing that I had a day of cleaning, sorting and preparing for school ahead of me. Eventually I made my way to the caf for... brunch i guess. I had a very yummy chicken noodle soup and a salad with poppy seed dressing. It was good to eat and quite tasty so when I stepped out into the bright overcast day I felt stupid about my whole attitude last night. I can't really be blamed though; it was rainy and dark and with the boyfriend too far away to call and my friends and family uptown things just couldn't seem optimistic.

So I began my effort this morning to cheer myself up. I am currently listening to an audio book of the hobbit (putting harry potter on the ishelf for the time being I am convinced that it encourages me to be emo). I have re rearranged my furniture back into a comfortable configuration and I even rigged up a system to drape my new wall hanging (very beautiful Christmas present from the fam) over my bookshelf to cover my dishes when they are not being used.

There is still a pile of stuff in the middle of my floor. That should come as no shock to anyone. My next task is to sort is all out and have it all put away by the late afternoon.

So the last five and and half paragraphs all to prelude the fact of the matter. School starts again tomorrow. I can't say if I am looking forward to it or not... the distraction will be a welcome one and maybe the week will pass a little quicker than usual.

My schedule for the semester is so-so;
Monday Religions 10-11
Tuesday Psychology 11-12
Wednesday Religions 10-11 French 6-9 pm
Thursday 9-10 Art History (tutorial) 10-11 psychology 2-4 Art History
Friday 10-12 French Cultural studies 12-1 Religions (tutorial)

so a little change, a few more class hours but this remains ever the same...

the peacock lives next door.

Sam