So much to say, so little time
i.e. Everything old is new again

Well, friends, I'm swiftly getting lapped and beaten to a pulp by the Female Gaze, but never the jealous type, I will just make that remark in passing and let is ever-so-appropriately pass.

I am indeed back at Middlebury and, as you may have been able to tell from the lack of blog for an entirely month, it is crazy and hectic like you wouldn't believe (at least, I didn't). I seems that being out of the incestual, Vermont boredom landscape has made me a joiner, so I'm taking 5 classes and participating in several organizations, working out, working a few jobs (though not regular ones by any means) and pretty much filling up every free moment of my time (which doesn't help the whole homework for 5 classes factor).

It's good, though. I'm finally living the dream and living in Painter. My Gunnsy & I have a 2-room double (right down the hall from the lovely and talented Weblogger Miss Eliza Mitchell). It's a central location, and we've put the room to quite good use, having 3 parties in the weeks we've been here. Last night was Fat Tuesday, and as our Mr. Karl left today for his mondo road trip, we announced that we must be debaucherous before giving him up for Lent. Well, I gave him up, took in a whole lotta vodka and then my stomach gave up everything I had eaten and drunk for the last month and a half -- ewwwww. Still in recovery. **Swoon**

The classes are turning out. Tonight is my furious-preparing-for-4-classes-Thursday madness, and all I have to fortify me is half a Sprite, so things do not bode well, but I'll make it one way or another. The delight of my 5th class, though, is that a one Mr. Toby Lawless (my lovahhhhh) is in it. I even sat in the freak section of Dana Auditorium to be near him (and to hide my hideous-post-wretchingness from the world). Alas, alack! As you can probably surmise from the fact that he sits in the freak section, he was not in attendance today, which was probably for the best -- but I would have had that sexy, "nothing to lose" quality about me.

Your assignment: E-mail me, and tell me how I can seduce TL (or at least ask him to accompany me for a muffin and Chai) despite the fact that he really has no idea who I am.

Well, kiddies, reading beckons unto me, but I wanted to let you all know that I have not indeed dropped off the face of the earth. I'm still standing, dancing even!

Next up: Tawdry tales of Winter Carnival, sketchy-sketchy-Mcsketchfest (a.k.a. Thorin's 21st B'day Bash!) and perhaps even details of Mr. Karl's stay, if I can dredge up any of note that aren't too scandalous... **wink**