It’s a nice night, not cold, but with a breeze strong enough to leave my face stinging. I did some walking afterward, in my typically imprudent fashion, and came back on campus feeling oddly idealistic, thinking of all the possibilities I have, what I’m capable of, where my life can go if only I choose, etc. I Can Make A Difference. The world is full of weeping, but only if you don’t look for a handkerchief. Absurd things, in other words, which will no doubt be gone by tomorrow when I wake up feeling like a scullery wench (will stay up all night, methinks). Shame, actually; I’d be a heck of a lot more productive if only I knew how to maintain a positive outlook. But sitting around and mentally flogging oneself is so much easier. No skill involved there, and no real effort either.

For now, though, I’m still wildly out of my element and I intend to stay that way as long as I can. I don’t know if it’s champagne or the right sort of weather or just chance that causes these bursts of niceness, but I do hope to figure it out soon.

Tomorrow there’s the glow party and the frat party and I’ve already finished the studying I planned for the weekend. I think I might go mingle some more.

The world isn’t in the best of conditions, but it’s good to be alive.