I can't believe Marietta is underwater again. I'll be here at home for at least a day longer, and the semester's already off to an uncertain start. Plans made are now clearly off. I don't know when I'm expected in class. And I don't know what 42 feet means, relatively speaking, and I don't know what "moderate to major" flooding portends.

But whenever I am allowed to return to campus, and whenever I do finally settle into my final semester at Marietta College, I am determined to make this an amazing few months. My classes are not overly difficult, and I'm interested in all of them (with the possible exception of Human Sexuality, which I'm afraid will be 11th grade Health all over again, with a few grating generalizations about gender thrown in). I have T/Ths essentially free. I'm already accepted to graduate school. I'm going to make the most of every second with my friends, and try to reclaim the carefree days shivering in the back room, laughing uproariously at jokes no one else would find funny over pizza, and spending hours on end playing Whack-a-Mole.

Break has been fine, but I'm ready for it to end. Would be one thing if I had a job or was capable of putting myself to good use somehow. It's been nice relaxing and hanging out with the family, but essentially all I've accomplished is rating 50 new movies, a bank-busting 9 of which in theaters, and I'm about to add the tenth, Kinsey, in... just about now — should really microwave my burrito and hit the road.

One final note. Without really trying, I've somehow gotten myself into a routine many, many people try to around New Year's — quite impulsively, I decided to start eating better and drinking water and exercising. It's really messed up, and I didn't want or mean to, but I enjoy doing pilates a lot. So, yeah, what a loser.

All right, really must go if I'm to make my showtime. Will probably write next from Marietta, if I'm ever allowed back.