But here we are. Welcome to January, to a new year, and to a new semester. Tomorrow, I'll be back in Illinois, where I belong for 2/3 of the year. And you know, as settled as I got in Houston over the break, I do believe it'll be good to be back. New classes (and new things in general) have quite the charm. I won't ever have to return to last semester's literature class. I get to receive more grades for sitting around and talking about music. It should be fun.
But as much as the new semester will be fun, I have very little news to share. That's what breaks are for, I guess: for not doing anything particularly noteworthy, but instead gearing up for a whole slew of noteworthy events ahead. Kind of stinks for you guys, that I've been MIA for multiple weeks, and when I return, it's with nothing but a little filler. But because you're here, and because you've gotten this far, I'll just leave you this list of some of the random, relatively inconsequential stuff I filled my time with since we last chatted here (and I'm aiming to do this in chronological order, but I make no promises):
- a little trip to Philadelphia and New York (which included going to see the not-half-bad Addams Family musical)
- a lovely bout of some kind of sickness that involved lots of very cute expulsion of material that my body deemed foreign
- getting reacquainted with my bed
- getting reacquainted with a full house...plus one (because somebody decided to bring home a very British - and sadly uninformed in the ways of Winchell family card games - significant other)
- a whopping six sweaters (among other things) for Christmas
- a couple trips back to the old HSPVA. Nothing makes you miss home like pretending you still live there.
- going to see an entirely student-produced play. Props to them.*
- and lots and lots of catching up with friends, which permeated the whole trip, and thank goodness for that.
- and then saying goodbye to them all until June. That was rough.
*every pun intended. And I've already apologized.
**Ideas on that front? Do tell me in those comments. I mean, I feel like a museum curator over here, boring everyone to tears.