Twiddling my thumbs.

I’ve done precisely nothing this semester break. Other than household chores and making delicious things and reading lots of books and trying to find that sweet spot between idle and busy in which I can actually relax.
It’s a good thing though; it means that I’m all geared up for some learning next semester. I’m really hoping to bring up my average. I’m enrolled in three subjects, all of them Psychology, and each respectively Level 1, 2 and 3. Looking forward in particular to the Psychology of Sleep and Emotions!

I’ve been posting very little – mostly because I’ve done very little – but also because excessive introspection is bad for the metaphorical soul. Like in the way that too much chicken noodle soup is actually bad for the soul particularly if you’re using packet soup in a mug and it’s way too salty to even drink and sort of tastes less like chicken and more like  —

I’ll stop.

It seems almost as though I should be doing something with my holidays, but I’ve chosen to relish them instead. It’s not as though I need money, despite being dirt poor – entertainment for me is pretty cheap. Library books and an internet connection and I’m set.

Taken to expending energy lately in internet debates. Feeding the trolls is underrated, it really helps you soldify your own beliefs – or desolidify them as necessary. Derailing for Dummies is the best damned resource.

We recently adopted? – decided to own? – sponsored a local stray cat, whom we pay for food and flea-ing and worming, and in return she provides protection from eeevil small animals, and occasionally tolerates us to scratch behind her ears. We call her Shrubbery because that’s where you can find her.

Oh lard, next year will possibly be my last at university. It’s a strange thing to think. 2.5 years has flown away so damned fast and I’m not sure if I’d even recognise myself if I went back that far into the past to meet myself.