Week In Review
TYING UP LOOSE ENDS WITH AN EMPTY SPOOL

My horoscope in the hilarious satire newspaper The Onion once cautioned me, "You won't be able to get through the week without using the word 'brutal' a lot." Such is a fairly good way to describe the past seven days.

School has become more demanding now as the semester skids and shudders its way to a May 12 ending, I have to put in hours in the math lab this upcoming week if I hope to scrape a passing grade, and I still have plenty of research to conduct and pages to write for my argument-based research paper, final draft due May 3. The best and worst thing about school, in fact, is the end of the semester. I won't miss the boring lecture days and time-intensive projects, but I will miss seeing my amigos and amigas on a daily basis, the feeling of having something important waiting the next day, and yes, even all the drama surrounding the stupid student newspaper I'm involved with. I may take one course over the summer, but it's getting late to sign up.

Binary Star and I won't be meeting in New York this summer. She won't financially be able to afford the trip, and can't spare the time. I'm trying not to interpret this as a sign that we'll never be together, but at first it felt that way. Impatience isn't my main problem though--I could wait 100 years for her if that' s how long it took--but I have a feeling that the nagging worry about whether we'll ever be more than friends would haunt me whether she's 1,500 miles away or living right next door.

Work has been...well, work. I pulled a 10 1/2-hour shift yesterday and was anxious to leave, but couldn't accomplish anything productive when I finally got home. The last couple days I've felt alternately lazy, then guilty for being lazy, then apathetic about laziness, guilt and most other things under the sun. In time, this funk will lift. Right?

I'm very much looking forward to the summer reporting internship; it should be great. I crave the excitement of covering a big story, then rushing back to type up some punchy, pithy prose, then helping to lay out the page where my story will appear the next day! I realize that to some, it doesn't sound either exciting or appealing, but it is equal parts passion and calling for me.

In recreation news, today I purchased a humor "history" book, Dave Barry Slept Here: A Sort-Of History of the United States. It's truly uproarious, a dozen laughs a minute.

For now, it's time for me to fly. I will try to post more often, however. Excelsior.