There are two kinds of blank pages in this world. The kind that may be filled with what you want, and the kind that must be filled with what someone else wants.

One more thing: when i was eleven and read about Sir Gawain for the first time, i had no idea so much of my time and energy would be focused on him in college.

I know it makes sense for libraries to smell good, because books smell good, but seriously, libraries...smell good. Now i'm going to stop sniffing and write.

The fact is, we just don't have enough facts!

If you can name the movie my title came from, I will give you one blog dime.  Ten blog dimes equal one web dollar.  Ten web dollars don't equal anything.

I have missed my blog!!  I really have.  No, really.  I HAVE.  The fact is, it WAS the end of March.  The fact is, it IS the beginning of April.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!  (And I mean other than wearing flip-flops, for which my toes are grateful. oh and, be tea dubs, I have not set a "writing in all caps" quota for this post, so expect a lot of random YELLING.)

Well, if you haven't yet guessed, it means than I and all my other college pals are ABSOLUTELY STRETCHED.

SOOOOOOooooooooo anyway, don't feel left out because NONE of my electronic connections are getting much attention these days, not even my Facebook.  I mean, I still haven't updated my status from YESTERDAY.  I know.  RI-diculous. At least I think it was yesterday.  That's another fact.  Days sort of all blend in together this time of the year.  I was sitting on the couch with my three roomies discussing important brain-dead matters like words that begin with the letter 'm' in Greek and so on and so forth and then I suddenly could not decide if I had spent several hours in the library computer lab toDAY, or, YESTerday.  (It was yesterday, when I last updated my FB status...I think.)

Honestly.  I'm not myself.  Don't be insulted or worried if you can't determine the point of everything I have just said, either, because there isn't one.  Except to say that this is me, hanging my "will return in..." sign in my blog window.  If you really need me, I will be spending my off hours staring at the wall in hopes of recovering my lost brain cells.  They're difficult to catch because they only speak Spanish and they all have names in the imperfect subjunctive tense.

Do you have ANY idea how late it is?  You should be ashamed, keeping a young, studious woman like me up to such a late hour.  And don't you DARE attempt ANY grammar or spelling corrections to any of this in your mind or in your comments.  I promise I will read this when I am actually awake and cringe dutifully at them all.

Some things: #1 It's weird to go to Market Street. #2 I rebel and wear a t-shirt when i go. #3 It's funny/sad to watch dads run helplessly after their toddlers.

This just in from my amazing roommate Candus: "I keep my glasses from Avatar in my purse at all times, just in case something 3D happen."

Motivational Blogging: How to Study at Starbucks

#1: Open laptop.

#2: Try (unsuccessfully) to log on to the internet (i.e. Facebook).

#3: Give up and write paper heading and open book.

#4: Tap on keyboard expectantly.

#5: Think about whether or not to get a drink.

#6: Look at the book for inspiration.

#7: Get a drink because it will help you focus.

#8: Suddenly become obsessed with blogging about this experience by text.

#9: Give in and send one (also unsuccessfully). 

#10: Buckle down and finish the assignment so that you can get home and blog about this experience the old fashioned way.

THE END