I've been meaning to write for a while now. Of course I always say that, but seriously, I have. I don't like the fact that I know that people are still checking my page and just reading that spiteful, dripping with hurt and sadness post, and so I'm putting up something to change the current content if nothing else.

It's been so beautiful here lately. The kind of weather that just makes you want to run around in tank-tops and flip-flops and forget about any kind of committment that you may have. It's the kind of weather that motivates me to go for a run, or go out and enjoy the city.

And even though (and this is good for me) that it seems like a million couples seem to emerge from the woodwork when the nice weather hits, I'm not feeling phased by it at all. Yeah I'm busy as hell - and probably don't even have time to worry about it - but there are a lot of good things going on in my life and I don't really have to add that onto a list of things to feel shitty about.

Liz is coming back to D.C. for a while tomorrow morning, which is so great. And my mother is coming for the week since she has a conference in the city. YAY - all good things.

BUT - I do have a shitload of work that I really should have done most of this weekend, and should be doing this week. Even though I know that I will just leave it all to the last minute, as per my theme this semester, but so far it's suiting me well in most areas. Yeah it sucks for those few days that I'm cramming and loosing countless hours of sleep, but after that time it's all over and I can rest knowing that I was able to have a life before and will so afterwards and yet still got everything done. I realize that it might not be the best strategy, but I've got the rest of my life to be more structred and timely and rigid with my tasks - I'll leave it till later.

So yeah - things are good. This is a happy entry, you all should be pleased. God, I'm such a nicer person when the flowers are blooming and the birds are singing...