Jan 26, 2008 - Nothing Worth Saying

      Nearly two months since my last post - I make a terrible blogger, I know. If I were to give you an excuse (which I would never do) it would be that I didn't know what to write. That's not much of an excuse anyway if one wishes to be a writer. There are no writing blocks, just blockhead writers. Another excuse (another which I would not dream of offering) is that I have been rather busy. But aren't we all, and isn't it true that we have as much time as we need to accomplish the things we truly wish to do? Two months is a long time to put aside things I want to do. So maybe I didn't feel like writing anything at all. What can I say for myself? Two days from now I will be back running the track in South Hadley, chasing the homework monster or letting him chase me, consoling myself with the illusion that tonight I really will go to bed before midnight, eating oily, plasticized food from Prospect dining hall, benching something besides my lazy bum in preparation for track (only 28 days to look like I've spent all J-term at the gym). I know I'll be ready when I get there; I'll realize how much I missed my friends, floormates, and roommate. But for now, I am happy to be home in my own living room on my own couch with my family puttering (or clamoring) around me. There won't be too much more of this I know as we get a little older each season. This year I am destined to reach twenty. Twenty? I didn't see that coming until it blindsided me on my last birthday. Well, I will make it plain here and now: I have no intentions of acting my age. Besides, my mom said she isn't old enough to have a twenty-year-old, much less a twenty-two-year old.