Here's my Beatles song for the day (the one that seems to best match my mood):

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way

Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried
Any way you'll never know
The many ways I've tried

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door

Ok, I admit it. It is, yet again, far too late at night (eleven, I believe) and I should, by all rights, be sleeping. Yet, I have stayed up again--and not even to read Beowulf (should that be in quotation marks or italicized?). Instead, I stayed up late watching, of all things, BBC America. Now, this station has some of the weirdest shows you could imagine. Strange. Sick. Depraved. Very, very Odd. Yes, Odd with a capital O. Yet, there is the occasional surprise of a good show. Usually a show that you couldn't even begin to imagine would be good. This sort of surprise is what kept me up two hours later than I expected--I decided to see what a show called "Jekyll" was like. (Side note: I am typing faster than my computer can handle, and it's really weird to see the words appear a sentence behind. And to try to mix mistakes before I really see what they are.) "Jekyll", it turns out, is a very intriguing show based on the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I read that novelette and was decidedly unimpressed, but this show was quite the opposite. I picked the right episode to catch--the season finale. I'm guessing of the first season, but I really haven't a clue. Anyway, I highly recommend it. I think it is good, not only very late at night but at any time of day. It kept me guessing right to the end, and not just because I missed all of the other episodes. Just goes to show you can't judge a channel by all of the Oddness that makes up the bulk of its programming.

OK, I know I'm not sleeping. (see below post for explanation of previous comment) I just felt the need to say--gosh, my blog seems outdated. I just kinda like the theme. ah well, you know me--always trying to live in the past. Maybe I really should get some sleep now. I should also maybe delete these posts before anyone reads them and knows my inner craziness.

Well, I don't have a roommate anymore . . .

My roommate, Suzy, has decided to go to Wakeforest instead of transfering to the U, so I have a room to myself. I have also just stayed up way too late having way too much fun talking about way random, strange, nearly-intellectual (ok, mostly not-even-nearly-intellectual) things. So, now I shall go to bed (hey--I am the first to retire. it could be worse, right?) and hope I wake up and function better tomorrow than I did today. I should really know better than to stay up late. I should also really know better than to write a blog entry after staying up really late (for me) and having a crazy conversation. If I publish this post . . . well. Now you know have an inkling of what I'm like when I'm super tired. At least I can still spell. Unless that's only a hallucination. I'll have to check in the morning. Good night! Lilah tov! That just doesn't look as cool transliterated. Ok, I'm really going to bed now. Really. really.

A Quick Update:

Woo-hoo! I've reached the 80,000 word mark in Tetiana! (You'll probably get one of these posts about every 10,000 words from now on, by the way.) Since I plan on Tetiana being about 120,000 words, this means I am two thirds of the way through. Yes, I am excited. If you hadn't noticed.

Here I am, back at Fort Douglas. This is the beginning of the first semester of my Junior year at the University of Utah and I don't know how I managed to convince myself I could handle my fall schedule when I registered last spring. I must be crazy. Again. This happens every fall, doesn't it? This time, I'll be juggling classes, homework, tutoring (I'm the tutor, not the student), my writing, LDS Institute, Honors Student Advisory Committee, and if that isn't enough to drive me up a wall I also have the regular extra-curricular activities that abound both on-campus and in downtown SLC. If I make it to winter break, I'll let you know! For now, I'm going to finally finish unpacking, start organizing my papers, books, and to-do lists, and try to stop playing the "I wonder what my roommate is like" guessing game.