After a few days preoccupied with photography, thanks to my mother for getting me the glorious Canon Rebel for Christmas, I am inevitably turned back to writing for this unpatronized blog of mine. Despite the fact that my posts haven't been exactly personal, I feel like my readers, potential ones, I guess, have gotten to know me through my ranting, uninhibited prose. I have two and a half weeks before I am sticking my nose back into the grindstone of classes and schedules and papers and exams, but that is two and a half weeks away, and a young girl like myself can't be so preoccupied with such a distant future, now can she. What am I going to do with this time? Spend it carelessly on listless afternoons spent slouched in front of a Law and Order marathon? Perish the thought. Instead, I will sigh and sweat over some of the long overdue projects that have been mulling my head for some time now. Inspiration has almost been overwhelming, and I have now past the point where further input is required. No, now is the time to close the doors, draw the shades, and dwell in darkness until my work is complete. Maybe from time to time my mobile will illuminate and vibrate on my desk, bearing tidings from ones so far but oh-so-loved, my only sustenance in this trial. But as for the world outside my own expansive mind, it does not exist. Austen, Steinbeck, and Bronte will be my only tea companions; Hemmingway, Woolfe, and Wilde shall be the sole company in my weary strolls. Massachusetts will vanish and in it's place Middle Earth and Hogwarts shall thrive; physical laws will fall victim to fantasy's supernatural sword and clever imagination shall take the throne. Snow will crystallize in springtime and mermen will charge the mountains. As lovers cross the stars so shall children surpass their ancestors. Ah, the animal that is procrastination has infested my house again, this house that only knows how to deal with words, and words of all kinds, but of little philosophy. Perhaps I should develop the wisdom before I promise it with these words. But where would the fun in that be?