But if I know you…

It feels like months since I’ve last blogged. Wow. 

I was planning on remaining on the route of doing two blogs (or more) a week and I still want to do so, but so far I have not held up that idea very well and I apologize to anyone that ever cared or wondered where I’d gone (if they did not know already). As far as this blog post, I have very little to say since I have had very little to do since after spending one entire week sick and in bed and another couple of days growing increasingly agitated under confinement after a freak snow “storm”. So far I have been spending my time either relaxing or slowly working through a very complicated paper for my CWI class – oh, and I’ve also become an unsightly neurotic mess after agreeing to be a TA (teacher’s assistant) for the second semester of my senior year. I’m the type of person that overthinks everything and has a tendency to be shy, reserved, and one who has wars that wage inside of her mind and never feels entitled enough or comfortable enough to actually share those problems with anyone, regardless of whether or not I am really close with them or not. 

I realize that that statement was a little contradictory to its content/point but I’m going to leave it there anyway. If you’ve met me you’d probably guess just as much from speaking with me, if I spoke to you at all. Anyway, as for the assistant role, I’m just going to have to deal with it. It’s not a difficult job at all, but my problem is that if something is simple enough I have to make it complicated and nerve-wracking just to feel like I’m actually doing something that makes sense. 

What a pain I am. 

OH! I’ve also started reading Memoirs of a Geisha. I have very… complicated feelings toward this novel since I know there are various inaccuracies and that it’s not really a look into a different culture so much as idealistic fiction/a Cinderella story, and also that it was written by an untrustworthy middle-aged man from Tennessee. Also, the metaphors and similes in the writing itself are so odd and often catch me by surprise. I find myself having to take a metaphorical step back and just sort of, picture what the book is describing before I can go any further. Still, I’m enjoying the story and it’s kept me in an entirely different world since I picked it up. That’s always appreciated.