It Rolls Right On

I'm not the most devoted blogger and for that I apologize.

Eugene is just as I left it. The food lines are long, the sidewalks are full, and it rains during every hour that I'm awake. It is beyond gloomy. Not to mention that it's the beginning of the term and therefore great sums of payments are due for tuition, housing, and books.

I would hate to be so foolish as to generalize all anthropology professors, but I would like to share my observation that the two I have this term are both terribly awkward. They look awkward, they move their hands in awkward ways, and their intonations can even be awkward. When I say awkward I'm talking about an-almost-middle-part in long, straight, blond hair on a tall man who uses his hands in different gestures while continuously repeating himself. However, despite all awkwardness in regular conversation, they both lecture just fine about interesting topics so I couldn't care less.

I have this funny thing I do where I forget to take the time to write out my thoughts when I'm stressed and anxious, but when I finally make time to write it's because I've calmed myself down and pushed the excess ideas out of mind. So yesterday morning when I woke up at 6:30 am and couldn't fall back asleep, I had a million thoughts about the places I wanted to be going to and the schools I'd rather be taking classes at, the people that I miss terribly everyday, the relationships that are beginning to naturally slip away, the jobs to apply for this summer, the advisers to meet with about "my plan", etc. It's not healthy to run around all day thinking about such things while trying to listen to lectures and prepare for the week ahead. So I sedate myself. I watch Gossip Girl or cut down on coffee or nap until all of those thoughts pass. I just feel so guilty for ignoring myself like that.