Break has been going by obscenely fast; it's rather frightening. I keep telling myself to just relax & enjoy it, after all, I still have three weeks until I head back to Oxford. But then I think well, I've already been home for two, and have done barely anything. Slept an absurd amount. Had my annual Christmas cookie bakathon with the Holland Hill girls. Watched most of the first season of Felicity on DVD and various Christmas specials. Went up to Sarah Lawrence last weekend, which was bittersweet & strangely unsatisfactory. Went over to Cari's. Had lunch with Chelsea. Visited old high school teachers. Got snowed in, for the first time in a long time. I didn't even remember how to drive in the snow, it's been so long. Maybe I've done more than I think I have. What I have not done, however, is work. Went to the library & checked out a pile of books last week, and I just haven't been able to read more than a few pages. My motivation is still shot after last term. The last thing I want to do right now is read. Anything at all. After Christmas, I keep saying. I don't really have a choice.
Roo was talking today about how she'll be spending her senior year in LA, and then moving out there. Holy shit, I thought. It's all going by so fast. I don't feel ready, even if I am. Apartments and jobs and grad school and relocating and all the rest. Where did the years go?
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