december 29

december 29. it's been quite a cataclysmic week. not so much for me but for the world. but i don't really think that i need to get into that. i think that the media has been doing a fairly good job of keeping us updated on the carnage of the tsunami, and besides that who really wants to hear me bellyache about something else. i seem to be doing that a lot lately. cynicism seems to be my mode of transportation. i don't think that made any sense, but at any rate you know what i mean. so i really don't have anything meaningful to type and i suppose that if i don't have anything to type, then i don't really need to type anything at all.

december 29. only a few more days until i make my venture out to another state for the seventh time since i have been "home" on break. i've decided that traveling from state to state makes me feel like i'm a world traveler. and then i remember that i have only been in three states since june, and beyond that michigan, ohio, and indiana are practically the same state so i suppose i really haven't been any where at all. that's ok though, i'll have more time and freedom to travel when i graduate, and i won't be responsible for anyone but myself because...well let's face it, the likelihood of becoming an old maid seems to be much greater than getting married. but who knows what's in the cards for me....oh wait...is that like blasphemy or something. probably. good to know that i'm also very likely to go to hell. i guess it's a good thing that it's not up to me or something.

december 29. again i have wasted the day. it is 7:30 and this is the first time since monday evening that i have left the house. ha! i'm glad it is break and i have the liberty, otherwise i think that i would truly be a hermit. i wonder what it would be like to be a hermit. i know what it's like to eat a hermit crab, but i suppose that is an entirely different thing.

december 29. i have been thinking about how intriguing the metamorphosis of the marital bed has been over the past decade. now i'm not referring to sex in any way, but the actual bed that a married couple sleeps in. it's interesting how fifty years ago it seemed to be completely obscene that a married couple would share a bed, and now we find it to be completely bizarre and a foreshadowing of a ruined marriage if a married couple sleeps in separate beds. it seems to make a lot of sense to sleep in two separate beds. no kicking. no hogging the covers. no being farted on. but then again i suppose it makes complete sense to share a bed as well. intimacy, love, security and all that jazz. but then again it also seems completely possible that i have no right to have any of these thoughts since i have never experienced the pleasure of being cuddled or farted on by a husband. perhaps this is just another sign of my obvious old maid-hood, or a more specific sign of a mental break down.