Goodness, it's been quite some time since my last post. I'll try to be a little more regular. As things stand this moment, I'm avoiding Finals Week work...at 4.15 in the morning. Sleep doesn't exist for me tonight, only the world of words and coffee...I lust for coffee. I can smell it right now, and the caffiene is starting to seep into my brain as the scent wafts from the kitchen. Mmm...hallucinations. So new things in my life since the last post. A lot, I'd imagine. Boyfriend is no longer such, but we're still friends, which is lovely. He's coming down tomorrow, and we're going to have some mid-Finals week Beer Pong! I'm rather excited, although that is the reason that I'm up so late. I want to finish everything before he gets down here tomorrow. Which could be quite a feat, considering my sleep schedule of late, thanks to a new Boy in my life. We've been up since...the night of my birthday, I suppose, until very early hours getting to know one another. The situation between us is as yet tentative and the only thing I know is that I haven't seen him since Sunday night, and today, at some odd time, I found myself wondering what he was doing. A sign of something serious? No way to tell yet, I suppose. Beginnings are always nice; it's been a while since I've had a true beginning, and this one is very slow and sweet, and I'm enjoying it ridiculously. I hear the coffee...ahh, life is better with coffee. And I'll confess, I'm not a hardcore coffee drinker. I don't grind the beans or drink it black. I have this wonderful French Vanilla coffee that I lace generously with Irish Creme and sugar. And I can drink it by the bucket. My semester is nearly over, thank the Muses. Mostly this semester was meh, but I did have one bright spot in my 403 poetry class. I adored everyone in there, and am planning a reunion for next semester, which will center around a reading by each of us, and hopefully many bottles of wine and whiskey, perhaps. I would love to get sloshed with a room full of intelligent poets. Prof is a glorious man, and I'm taking another workshop with him next semester, along with at least 3 of the poets in 403 this semester. Excitement that cannot be placed into words. Also, I love Roomie. He's an awesome guy, and it's been heaps of fun living with him this semester. I have fun partying with his boys and listening to his music and just hanging out in his bed, watching CNN. With him, not like I sneak in there while he's gone. Alas, we'll not be living together next year, which is sad, because I know we shall grow apart. Maybe not, maybe ties can be held on to. 10 years is a long time to know someone, and it's not like I'll never see him again. I have, however, signed on a house for next year, with a femme friend of mine and three guys. It'll be a non-stop good time. Call me and come visit us next year. Looking forward to break, if only to see Virginia girlfriend. I miss her like mad. S'all for now, as I must get to work on my paper: Sexual Repression: Why Sir Gawain Allowed Himself to Be Manipulated by the Females in His Life. Hm. Perhaps a shorter title.