We’re clearly on an ice and snow kick here. Third thing I want to do before I die but probably never will? Climb Mt. Everest. Don’t believe me? Ask a dear friend who had to listen to me talk about this particular fantasy for about four hours straight due to an inability to sleep. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
Anyway. Mt. Everest. There’s something about it that just won’t let me rest. I’m not sure whether it’s the beauty of the place or some desire to push myself past what we consider normal human limits. I’ll probably never find out. But hey, as I constantly remind my mother, I’m only twenty. I’ve got time.
…so to speak, and it’s been a little disappointing. Happily, my lack of posting merely means that I’ve been out and about doing other (more social things). I used to have a livejournal back in high school and my first year of college and sadly my updating policy was pretty consistent: the more frequent my postings, the more precarious my state of mind. Posting is an inherently introspective act and while I’m usually pretty introspective by nature, I reach pathological levels when I’m stressed or unhappy. And right now things are pretty good. No shocking good, not soul-wrenchingly bad. Just fine.
So to make up for my past and sadly future absence, here’s a list of what I’ve been doing with my time:
1. Watching tons of Monty Python with friends while being gently drunk.
2. Having dinner with various amazing people who I haven’t seen in several months.
3. Planning move-in for the house in Baltimore. Next academic year I’m living off campus with five friends and tomorrow I’m getting up absurdly early with my dad and driving down to Baltimore with a van of furniture. I’m excited to see the house again and to finally get my stuff in there, but mostly I’m filled with dread. Oh moving. Ugh.
4. Combing the internet for information about Antarctica. This brings us to strange fantasy number two: I deeply wish to one day spend time in Antarctica. Really. This probably stems from 1) my intense love of snow and winter and 2) my past desire to be a marine biologist; a desire that has clearly never quite gone away. At age thirty-five, when I’m finally bored of whatever I’m doing, marine biology is totally going to be my second career.
So goodbye New York and goodbye blog. I’ll be back on Friday evening, tired, sweaty, and finally ready to think about Cambridge.
First in a series of bizarre things I’d really like to accomplish before I die, but probably won’t. Number one? Join the Explorers Club.