Distraught at finding that, even with seniorhood achieved, spring break only lasts a week plus change, I put off blogging 'til now despite a few events worthy of some description.
Many acquaintances of mine headed beachward during break. I couldn't go because of a family trip to my grandmother's for her birthday (even without that, the chances that I would've been able to go were miniscule, as the trip was without adults), but as it happened the dual destinations were divided by only a few miles. These circumstances could have been the milk, flour and eggs of a loathsome confection, baked in the cruel heat of despair and frosted with devastating irony. Erica's judicious use of cell phones obviated that particular cake, though I ate from several tastier ones that same weekend. The ocean granted me a single frigid baptism and hurled my numb limbs back against the welcoming grit of the shore. I was only able to join my friends on the last day of their stay, so the group ambience was decidedly muted. And I've given up trying to understand why people would go to the beach -- all the way down to the water's edge -- without swimsuits. A worthwhile visit regardless.
Immediately before the trip, I had an interview (my first ever!) for a job at a new Harris-Teeter. I thought I did fine but don't yet know if my interviewer agreed.
As for the ever passing moment (MxPx): the academic year has collapsed on Death's threshold, at least if my own studiousness is any indicator; a warmer sun shares sky-days with chilly rain; the tips of the backyard forest are studded with red-brown buds; I remain as confused and conflicted as ever about my own dreams, desires, and prospects, but happy enough and with sleep as my only real lacking.
posted on Thursday, March 31, 2005
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