My dear blog, I've been neglecting you. In my defense, I was sick and had a midterm in math on Thursday, but I shall vow to attempt to write in you more often. Looking it over, there wasn't that much to say about the Spice Girls, so I'll skip them for now.

I studied a lot for my math midterm, and I don't feel like I got anything wrong, which, I'm sure, is completely untrue. I'm sure I screwed up something. We get them back tomorrow and ahhh I'm going crazy with the desire to know how I did for sure.

Speaking of midterms, I've got another one in linguistics on Monday. Yeeuch. At the moment linguistics is being sort of interesting, but I'm eager to get past learning the mechanics that you have to know, and onto the really interesting stuff. I might not hit that until the upper levels though. I guess we'll see. In any case the midterm will probably not be ridiculously hard, so I'm not extremely worried about that.

Finnish makes me remember that I miss Japanese. I've got to see about taking that next quarter. I miss the cadences spread over my tongue like dyed silk, the precise words spilling out from my mouth. It's funny how much a language can get in your blood. Sometimes all I want to do is rattle things off in Japanese like I used to, though I'm already starting to lose bits of it. I don't want to let that happen, so I'm definitely going to try and take it next quarter. We'll see what happens.

Let's see, what else . . . today I was tired (I'm just at the edge of recovering from my sickness) so I took a nap in between math and linguistics lecture, which was nice. I was feeling a little eh afterwards, but I took my camera with me on a whim, and went shooting after linguistics lecture. My god, I love photography. Writing soothes that part of me that can't stop devouring words, and photography calms the part of me that loves shapes and colors, and can't stop staring at trees. Ashley, one of my figmates, makes fun of me good-naturedly for how much I say, "Look at that, it's beautiful!" I can't help it though; things catch my eye and I want to share them. Photography, I think, is one way of doing that. (Ms. Canepa and Ms. Mitchell would burn me at the stake for saying "I think", but this is my blog so I can do whatever I want. Mwahaha.)

Umm there was one more thing . . . oh yes. A cute boy with a skateboard told me he liked my jacket (the purple velvet blazer from Camden), and that if it didn't "suit me so well", he'd probably try to buy it off me.

Eee. I'll never see him again, but it still made me smile uncontrollably.