||[Dec. 28th, 2006|12:27 pm]
I wish I felt a little more happy to be home, after all the anticipation. I dreamt I was in my room in Noyes last night, and everybody was coming by to sign out board games and help make a giant birthday sign (which had no name on it, but said that the birthday-person's mother was their owner) and someone from my fifth grade class showed up inexplicably. I was stressed out and pissed off, but at least my room was well-lit and my bed was comfortable.|
Being in this house makes me anxious. It's so dark and dreary all the time. I keep trying to get up at 9 and magically turning off my alarm in my sleep, so I've slept until 12 most days. It makes me feel lazy and boring.
I had a lovely day at the new ICA with Lily yesterday. Surrounding myself with art never fails to make me feel at least a little better, especially with someone who is as curious and excited about it as I am. Added benefit: Lily knows a lot of media theory and (early-ish) modern art, so of course I learned quite a lot from her. Now there's the possibility of a Po-town/NJ road trip on the horizon - hurray!
Of course I should really be making the most of my friends here, while they're here, but for the most part social interaction is not coming very easily to me these last few days. I'm going to make a valiant attempt, because I love these people and I see them only rarely, but it's going to take some determination to get out of this damn house.
First, though, I need to get this biology research writeup done. My most recent knitting project also needs some attention, as do the books I've been meaning to read - really, what have I been doing lately that has taken precedence over these important tasks?