Return to me.

Well, I'll admit, I'm the most negligent blog-tender ever. I suppose I don't "tend" to my blog, but it would appear I don't write in it, either, so I'm really just a non-blogger?

I hate to admit it, but I don't feel guilty at all. The end of the semester has been closing in on me with the speed (and fury) of a band of horses, not to mention that there's always my ever-rewarding work at Shucks and -of course- my various and always entertaining social life.

With the end of the semester almost exactly upon me, I've been busy doing other things, of course. Playing mah jongg and trying to win without La's help, planning a trip to see my sister, and planning a vacation to North Myrtle Beach with Erin, La, Mark, and Moe (possibly the most varied, and awesome, group of friends I could have with me on a beach vacation). In other news, I also appear to have a deep propensity toward run-on sentences right now. This affinity towards verbosity would, in my humble opinion, be a sign from God that I shouldn't be writing my papers right now, because honestly, what teacher in their right mind wouldn't mark down for sentences that have too many words? (Ahh, rationalization, you are the procrastinator's best friend.)

Yesterday morning, right before my English exam, I walked around Charleston a bit in the 7:15 am air. It was a little warm, a little sticky, and a lot different from the weather they ever have in lovely Anacortes. Suddenly, I felt my throat constricting. I know I'll be back here in four months, but leaving for that period is starting to seriously freak me out. During the exam itself, I kept checking out Professor Lewis's salmon colored socks and remembering how a friend had admitted to me on Saturday night (in a total drunken stupor) how she seriously, seriously had the world's biggest crush on him. "Simon Lewis, you know, the sexy South African!" And those salmon socks distracted me so much that I felt leaving Charleston, even for a few months, would be hell. How can I leave friends who discuss CofC English professors with me? And then dance to "Like a Prayer" at Light? And then Wet Willies??? No idea why we actually went to Wet Willies, but you know what? It was fun!

How can I leave friends who decide after way too much to drink at Wet Willies that we'll go to an all black strip club in North Charleston before realizing halfway there that we will have to pay a cover ("I'm not paying for that!") and ending up at Denny's on Rivers Ave at three am?! I realize that I was extremely manic last summer, but it was amazing! Stupid Siobhan's love quiz (Siobhan isn't stupid, the love quiz was) made me realize that I'm manic no matter what. So, manic in Washington where I'll go crazy or manic in Charleston where I'll have an amazing time going crazy?

On the other hand, there is the hope to go back to Annapolis. I know that writing it on blogger is probably a huge jinx, but I wrote hope, not definite plan, so there! Take that you jinxing spirits! I would really, really love to be back in Annapolis. Especially if Lizzie has made it back by then from Latin America. Smoking cigarettes with her and drinking red wine and listening to stories about the people she met sounds more than amazing. But that's such an if! I want no ifs or buts unless they're Iffs and Butts.

I'm getting myself extremely worked up in the College of Charleston library.

Break time.

Maybe I'll be back in the next month or two.