A beautiful freezing-cold day.

Well, today had been okay thus far. I had to get up pretty early to finish a project that wouldn't print last night, and then went to classes. I have so much reading to do this afternoon. It's not the reading that bothers me, it's the fact that it's all for nothing. We don't have real discussions, professors have no idea if you've done the work or not, and your thoughts on the work are brushed aside even if you do bring up valid points.

I'm still feeling like this is not the place I'm supposed to be. I've been feeling this way a lot lately, and I'm really wishing that I'd thought my transfer through a little more. It was definitely an impulse move... which should have taken much more consideration. I feel like I have stepped back into high school. I don't have to read, and can write crap papers for an 'A'. Hell, my professor didn't even know the title The Bhagavad-Gita. Seriously? Am I in college still? It really doesn't seem so. Tonight I have to read Windows on the World, which seems like a really quick read. I also need to read an essay about said novel, as well as a number of Middle Ages/Early Modern English selections.

On top of these things, I need to catch up on reading that I never did. Again, this is far too easy to get away with.

I'm going out to dinner with Jim tonight. I'm excited, we haven't gone out somewhere in awhile. This week is his birthday... hopefully all of his gifts work out as planned! :)

I'm waiting on spring. All I want is for it to be warm and skirts and dresses and flip-flops to be everywhere you turn. Flowers and bright colors and that spring scent. It's real. It's out there, it exists, and it needs to come back around. As soon as this happens, I will be in the streets of Boston wandering around, and will end up on the docks by the Charles, singing Elton John. It will be a wonderful time.

I am sick with grief of missing Boston. I wish I could take it back, but at the same time I don't. Aside from a lack of academics and culture, I am content here. I have a wonderful boyfriend and some great friends, and living in Boston would not allow for these people to be such a huge part of my life. ...On the other hand, however, I did leave some of the best people I have ever met up in Boston. They are still my friends, but I miss them terribly. I'll just stick Jim in my suitcase and ship back up to the city. If not for school, then at least for more frequent visits.

I guess I should get started on this reading if I plan on going out tonight.
I'll end with a quote from Emerson's The American Scholar, which I read for class, but obviously will never be able to discuss:

Our age is bewailed as the age of Introversion. Must that needs be evil? We, it seems, are critical; we are embarrassed with second thoughts; we cannot enjoy anything for hankering to know whereof the pleasure consists; we are lined with eyes; we see with our feet; the time is infected with Hamlet's unhappiness,-
"Sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought."