I seem to have overbooked myself for these three weeks of interim before second semester begins. You see, all this free time was so tantalizing towards the end of last semester that I could hardly resist filling it with various projects and committments. "I'll do it in January" became my rallying cry.

So now, it's January. And I actually have to DO all the things that I said I would. I have a feeling this is going to be a far cry from last January, when I had no job, no money, and really not much else to do. I spent the entire month reading, working out, making lattes, and getting to know people who are now some of my best friends. It was a really peaceful time for me; everything was perfect except the lack of money. I loved having the room to myself, my time to myself, nothing to complete in a day except whatever I decided I wanted to do.

All that is of the past, I'm afraid- today I woke at 8, worked at the bakery from 9 till 1, had a QU meeting at 2, and a staff meeting at 5:30. I plan on working about 15 hours a week at the bakery and 10 as an RA. Patrick and I are working on an independent project, but that is actually a bit of a sham- it's only worth 1 credit and is being graded as credit/no credit.

I also plan on doing a lot of work with QU, because after last semester's sort-of-turmoil and gradual drop in participation, we'd all like to come crashing into second semester, with better organization and lots of events and ideas already in place. I'd kind of like to do the same thing with my other committments, too- I'd like to plan my floor programs for next year, and get a head start on putting things in motion for Amnesty International. That group has been small and inactive for quite some time, but now that I'm a co-chair I want to put a little- no, a LOT of- life back into it.

So much for daydreaming out of snowy windows; I have a lot of work to do. I may not have classes to worry about, but I have plenty of everything else to concern myself with, and that concerns me a little. I'd really like for this month to be as calm as my memories of a year ago, but I have a feeling that things won't turn out that way.

It was a little strange for me to look at the logs for this page today and find a recent visitor from the ISP that my family uses. Of course, they have access to the address (it's in the cache from when I was still at home), but that doesn't make me any less curious. Mom? Jenna? David? If you're reading, please let me know...

I hate to admit it, but knowing who my 'audience' is does affect what I write here. I'd like to say whatever I please, but I don't have the gumption (or the lack of sensitivity?) that is necessary to do that, I think. I realize that what I say could rub people the wrong way, or bring to light things that might not be comfortable (can I possibly make you any more curious with that line of thought? "What does she really want to say?!?!"), and unlike many journallers, I don't really want to deal with the fallout from that. All I can do is continue on as I am, revealing as much as I can without igniting explosive topics, try to keep it interesting and thoughtful without killing myself by being overly concerned about, well, stuff like this.

Enough with it. I analyze plenty without analyzing my own journal. I think I'll just be off to bed.

Listening to: Chanticleer, _Our Heart's Joy_. Yes, I'm aware that it's a Christmas album and that it is now January 11th, but this is absolutely one of the best Christmas CDs around and has the added bonus that it doesn't necessarily sound like one.