When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine

Is this semester more frenzied than past, or do I just block it out? I probably just block it out, but I have to say that I feel pretty busy. 4 out of 7 days of the week I leave my house in the wee hours of the morning and don't return until evening. I'm not sure yet if I like it or not. Packing a lunch is a little annoying.

Ali's and my birthday threw a little wrench in my productivity...and keeping up with reading. However, Friday's party was really fun, my parents and the Gilman's visits were great and the actual birthday was pretty good too, although sickness has taken the wrench from my birthday. Either way I need to be healthy in no more than 48 hours. I'm going to Napa and San Fran with my dad and I don't need a stuffy nose ruining my wine tasting abilities.

I think a homemade meal was just what I needed to get back on my feet. I would say that the huge pan in my fridge that is still 3/4 full of lasagna may have fit the bill...and the leftovers make for a perfect lunch on the go.

You really think you're in control

My psych classes are taking over my life...taking over my mind. I now look at a dancing robot during the Packers game and analyze how it is a symbol of society's ideal man: an unemotional, powerful machine that follows orders and fills the role set out for it. We talk about doing sessions on prejudice and racism for AIESEC and I think, "maybe I could say something about Terror Management Theory."

If you think I'm annoying to listen to sometimes, imagine being in my head. Ugh, I should have taken clap for credit or something instead. Something where no thought is necessary.

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

The doors swing open, welcoming droplets ushered in by the same winds assaulting trees lining the streets. The street has become one giant puddle stretched out in front of the Psychology Building. Fellow students scowl underneath hoods, umbrellas, drenched hair...I turn up the volume of my music, tighten my scarf, and pop open my umbrella as I exit the safety of the entrance, torrents swallowing my legs. My pants are saturated within steps, and after a block, my legs are pounds heavier with water sloshing between my toes. Plans to buy books on the way home are considered, and confirmed with a glance to the heavens and the mischievous grin that tends to appear in the middle of a downpour. I cannot help but laugh out loud as I pass pedestrians who could not look less happy at the weather. They do not seem to appreciate my giddiness.
"Some weather we're having huh?"
"It's certainly interesting."
"You're welcome to wait it out in the store..."
"Thanks, but at this point I think you just have to have fun with it."
A surprised look is handed to me with my receipt.

This semester is probably my first to have only classes that interest me: Psychology of Prejudice and Stereotyping, Psych of Men and Masculinity, Social Psychology, Cross Training, and Research in a temperament study on twins. No finals in sight, a good amount of papers and quite a bit of reading...a semester to remind me why I haven't run off to culinary school already.

You're searching for good times

I'm finally in Madison for good. My car is half unloaded and my apartment is full of bags frowning at me with fullness. Williams, Katie, Burbs and I are watching Lord of the Rings. There is no hookah going, no beverages in hand...I'm apparently the only one who's a little bored and not in the mood to watch a movie...strange turn of events. Guess unpacking is going to win the battle tonight...que lata.