Has it only been a week?

Recently I have been a little MIA. (Not like the Sri Lankan performer but rather the abbreviation for "missing in action," although I wish it were the former.) For this, I apologize, but to my own defense- I hardly knew of the attention that this blog was receiving. I mean, at least several hundred messages have flooded my inbox begging for my return to the blogging community, causing blogspot to expand their website in accommodation. Now, perhaps, you will understand that my week long hiatus was the result of not-so-routine website maintenance that was a direct result of my not posting for two or three days. I guess, then, that it is only fair that I maintain my previously semi-constant nightly post ritual if not for myself, but for the betterment of blogkind.

If, in a bizarro world, the preceding paragraph would be likened to a desperate attempt to encourage people to support a failing blogger's bloggery and the reasons I did not post for a week were entirely different, I imagine they would be something like this:

Last Sunday, I returned to my empty apartment in America's gall bladder- Worcester, Massachusetts. My one time bustling home was completely empty of voices and devoid of familiarity as it was clean, barren, and sunny. Rather than endure complete culture shock, I decided to allow myself to slip out of winter break slowly by leaving all of my bags (still packed) in the middle of the kitchen floor and immediately plugging in the television to allow E! Entertainment Television to comfort me. I admit, it was consoling to know that no matter how different or trying this semester will prove to be, it will most likely not be as "chaotic" as Britneys. Later that night, my two roommates arrived home and together we wallowed and celebrated in the misery and joy of having lost three roommates to international territories. Missing my friends is rough, but sleeping in my newly constructed king size bed really helps to ease the pain...

Because the goal of college is to provide as great of a mental breakdown as possible, classes began the day after moving back. Luckily for me, I have Mondays off this semester, but unluckily I left all the reading of a 4oo page "break" book for that day. After staying up most of the night to finish reading, as per usual, I received a solid, hard, slap to the face when my alarm woke me up at 8:07 a.m. for class.

In high school, it took a good two weeks before you really got going with class materials. I remember griping at the thought of having only two days to cover my text book with a recycled A&P bag. But by approximately noon on Tuesday, I was already passing up offers to hang out at the cost of having too much work to do. (No big deal- I get offers like, every second.. ..)

After a week full of "happy new years" and "how was your breaks" and other arbitrary ice breakers, I officially stopped caring how people spent their three weeks apart. The first week back is also interesting due to the conflict of interests that presents itself between work and friends. After the first class or two, it is so inspiring to want to "stay on top of things this semester" and keep up with all your reading and assignments. At the same time, however, you've just been reunited with your friends and want to spend your time hanging out and doing everything besides studying. For a lot of people its hard to juggle these two things which leads to moderate isolation and school dedication during the weekdays and a mass wave of irresponsible choices by the weekends.

By about mid-semester, this conflict usually disappears. Although you are constantly surrounded by a large number of people in your age bracket, and you are most certainly behind with the work that you stopped keeping up with after the second week of classes, you usually decide that your time is most productively spent alone in your room researching captain crunch on wikipedia or making imaginary friends with the profile of people you've never met on facebook.

About an hour ago, my friends all went to sleep and I decided that it was an opportune time to begin my logic homework. Naturally, it was immediately following this thought that I remembered about my blog. I'd say that this has been an hour logically spent! And besides, theres always the night before my midterm to do my homework...