madmarykidd

The academic year is over. Okay, I have 2 pages left of my Kant paper to write, but that's not a big deal in any way. I've finished my exams, and I'm left with a week to lounge around campus, doing nothing. My friends keep asking why I didn't just go home as soon as I'd finished my exams, but I can't see any reason to have done so. I like Bryn Mawr. I don't like my hometown so much. I want to see my friends, yes, but I'll be seeing them all summer. I want to spend as much time as possible at the Mawr.

And I take back what I said in my last post. I don't hate Haverford. I hate a lot of things about BiCo relations (especially the fact that the entire idea is just a huge joke), but it all really comes down to my own social ineptness. (Did I just make that word up, or is it real?) Anyway, I am completely awkward around people I don't know, especially male-type people, and going to a women's college is not helping my social skills.

I am most seriously displeased. I hate Haverford. I hate BiCo relations. I hate the girls at Haverford especially. I guess the whole thing is mostly my fault, but that doesn't make me any less angry with them.

Hmm, maybe I lied about posting more often.

I've been feeling incredibly blah about life lately. Spring is just now arriving in Philly, so shouldn't I be overjoyed and excited about being able to run around barefoot and read outside and all those other wonderful spring activities? No, instead I'm bored to tears. I have decided that I have to do something soon to keep myself alive because at this point I feel like curling up in a ball and sleeping for the next eighty years. Perhaps I just need to do new things. Last night I went for coffee with a couple of people, and it was all rather spontaneous. One minute I was talking to Alex and the next minute, Flory came and said "Let's get off campus"... and so we did. Today I climbed trees and rolled down a hill, which made me very happy. If I keep this up, I can keep myself from feeling any more blah than I already do.

The weather is still a little chillier than I like it. It's probably in the 60s during the day, but I'm not satisfied until the temperature has reached 72. Not much longer, I hope...

Oh dear, I've been rather lax about updating this journal. Please accept my most sincere apologies. I promise to write more often.

I am back at Bryn Mawr. I spent last week at my mother's house in Oregon, and I had a swell time. I spent 4 days snowboarding. It was much fun, but I find myself bruised in far too many places. The non-snowboarding parts of the week were also fun. I saw my brother and other family members, and I spent time with old friends.

It is a sad day in the life of me. I put on my favorite pair of socks this morning, only to realize that there is a new 1x2" hole in the bottom of the left sock. This is especially devastating since I recently mended a different hole in the toe of the same. Now all my efforts are shot. The sock must be thrown out. *sob*

I am a Top-hat. I'm a bit of a jack-of-all-trades; creative, in a stylistic sort of way, a little vain, a little dark, perhaps a little archaic. I get on alright with people, but I can take them or leave them. What Sort of Hat Are You?

Hoping this works and does not just show up as HTML... Wish me happy trails; I'm flying to visit me mum today.

I was going to start off by telling my dear brother how life at Bryn Mawr is, but first I have to take a moment to express my delight in the pictures he has on his site. I've been watching Brideshead Revisited lately, as a friend of mine has the DVD set. I have decided to give my first son the middle name Sebastian and my second son the middle name Aloysius. Their first names will be, respectively, Fitzwilliam and Tofitz. (Pronounced Too-fitz, not Toe-fitz.) My daughter, my second child, will be named Tofu Rainbow.

In fact, we just finished Hell Week here at the Mawr (a spoof on pledge week for sororities), and every freshwoman is tried for some "crime." I was tried for wanting to give those horrible names to my children.

So, brother dear, what would you like me to say? I have nothing to write about at the moment... Give me some ideas.