Doubles or Nothing

It begins innocuously enough at Settler's. The air is fraught with tension, if only because I am unable to speak, my hand flying across the page as I scribble triangle after triangle. In frustration at the cries of "Pyramid! Pyramid!" I spread my elbows out to indicate wider - Egypt is what I am looking for, and instead I create a brown Nile when I knock over my ice lemon tea and stain my grey corduroys. 

Nevermind that - Morphus insists, small comfort though it was, that she has been the perpetrator of such countless acts (of creating Niles and Amazons) and I shouldn't be too distressed. After moping up at The Cathay, we wander back over to PS for Cartel, where promptly, as the Leng decides to get up from the table for bread - my pasta fork flips from the table and splotches onto my white top. I do not think I've had so many accidents in one day - it's appalling. And I had to resist running into Cotton O. to get a new skirt - or - a new something.

It's been a long time since I spilled things down my clothes but at least the stain's mostly out. Good. 

First post of the New Year

Hello and welcome to the first post of the new year; belated yes, but at least it's here. I am a superstitious person but I shall endeavour to not jinx myself right at the beginning. I believe, irrational and ridiculous as it sounds, that blogging in direct relation to school work always ends up, in my case, in unplesantness in that area. As such, I shall refrain from naming names and allude in obscure ways to the events I want to talk about. Ask me directly if you really want to know.

Anyway, a couple of fantastic happenings and thoughtful lectures have made me begin to enjoy doing my major again. In the end, it is, like all academic focuses, incredibly puddle-like and which makes me understand, now more than ever, people's desire to go on learning, whether in the form of a second degree or a masters or phDs. Either way, I am glad for the good things that have dropped my way so early on in the semester and for lectures that have rekindled my desire for learning and for that I am thankful. I do not know what this year will bring but perhaps, now, I feel as if I can run out and meet it - monsters, demons, dragons and all.