so.
here I am again, however many months later, and I've been having random spurts of inspiration. joy. the first semester of college is nearly over and I'll be back in new jersey before I can say "final research paper." back in new jersey. back home. I would never have thought that at any point in my life new jersey (of all places) would be equivalent to home for me. guess I shouldn't have expected anything. normally I don't go into anything with any expectations. you see, if you expect nothing, there is no possible way that you could ever be disappointed. it's not that I fear disappointment or I feel that I can't handle it (trust me, I've had my fair share of disappointments); maybe it's the fact that if I can prevent it, I will. because seriously, who wants to feel disappointed all the time? I'd rather feel happy. content. passionate. euphoric. ecstatic. that last word, ecstatic, is one of my favorite words. besides the word falafel. and it has nothing to do with the drug. I can't say I've ever tried ecstasy (and, mind you, I don't intend to anytime soon). but my first semester at college has certainly accompanied many "firsts" for me. at any rate, I'll be home in less than twenty days. can you imagine that? it's funny how time seems like much less of an obstacle as you age. five minutes to a five-year-old is like a century. right now, five minutes is five minutes - in other words, a blink in time. blink. I've been wanting to read that book for a while now. maybe I'll do that over winter break. yes, I think just might.

peace and love.