Urge Overkill

Yo.

It’s absolutely freezing in my room. Mostly because the wind is blowing like 70mph outside. No joke. Thank goodness I have a microwaved bean-bag full of warm beans (or is it rice?) draped over my feet. Otherwise, forget it. I’d be in bed. Guaranteed.

So. Break is winding down. A full month. It went too quickly. No, that’s not the issue. The issue is that I read too slowly. My accomplished reading list is shamefully small. Partially because I have ADD and I don’t have my corner (heh– oh, my corner!), but mostly because I’m the world’s slowest reader. We’ve been over this. It still drives me nuts, though.

At least I’ve managed to watch a few films over break– get kinda back into the grove of things, as it were. I haven’t seen anything especially great, although I rather enjoyed A Clockwork Orange— or, I rather enjoy it now– not so much while I was watching it for the first time. Borat made me laugh until my stomach ached, but I always felt torn between clutching my aching gut and covering my eyes– it was that really sort of awkward, uncomfortable humor. Thank You For Smoking, on the other hand, was genuinely enjoyed all around.

Man, that was a boring paragraph.

So. Last semester sucked, at least where “the college experience” is concerned. Yeah, I nabbed some stellar grades (heh, modestly, modesty), but, in retrospect, I didn’t do much else. Whereas the college experience is only half about the grades (or so I’m told), I suppose I only half lived last semester.

And so comes my single resolution for the new year: have more fun! God, I can be such a bore. I need to get out more. Do more things. Bozeman is amazing. There’s a number of good reasons to go to school at MSU. The History department, I’m sad to say, isn’t one of them. Being presently broke (hey, but I enjoyed! my month off!), it’s unlikely I’ll ski much this spring (which is what I really should do!), but I’ll be damned if I don’t finally break in my ice axe and crampons. (Is axe spelled without an e?). And… I need to do more intellectual things. Not academic things– there’s a distinct difference, mind you, but intellectual things. I don’t think I had an original idea all fall. And I think I can do better than that.

I’m picking up Recycling Club for the spring, which I’m actually pretty nervous about. Basically, once upon a time, recycling club was big and active on campus. Then people graduated, time passed, and more people graduated, and now there are two members– myself and a girl named Kelly. After our abysmal track-record this fall, I don’t even know if we’re going to be allowed to continue our white-paper recycling stuff this spring. But, at the very least, we can still be a rockin’ advocacy group. But that requires membership. And membership requires leadership. Which isn’t necessarily something I really feel ready for. But … fortune doesn’t wait for something or another. There’s a really good aphorism for this situation, but it eludes me.

Anyhow. I get to call up the Facility Services manager tomorrow and talk a little about recycling, why it didn’t happen this fall, the wrath of god, and why I think it’s going to happen in a big way this spring.

‘Cuz it’s a beautiful green earth we have. It’d be a shame to destroy it, completely.

I can tell you why … people go insane … I can tell you why … something something something

Apparently, iTunes like Audioslave. Apparently, I do too. Right now, anyway.

Well, this is rambling. At least it’s not proselytizing, eh? I think I do that too much. I need to listen more, and say less. Sometimes I get ahead of myself.

Well, I think I’m going to bed. Ta ta, brave new world. We’ll meet again, soon.