100% chance of rain.  I guess that means it's gonna' rain.  But I think it will be doing a little more than just raining - like blowing, really blowing.  This hurricane stuff sure does make the first week of school interesting.  Too bad it couldn't have happened when we all had lots of homework bogging us down, and then we'd have had something to do with all of this waiting time. I've never been this close to a hurricane before. This year is already full of new experiences and will continue with new experiences, many of which most people will never see.  But I guess that's the way it usually is - the most impacting experiences are felt only by oneself.

This morning Sarah and I ran, and it rained and blew and was absolutely gorgeous.  God sure made nature powerful, as I'm sure we will have growing proof.  On a somber note, I pray that everyone got out of New Orleans as safely as can be expected.

I have decided to take a moment to write on this personally historic occasion, but then I must hurry away since I haven't done any of the things I planned to do this afternoon, which is a very bad way to start things off.

Today was the first day of my sophomore year.  There.  That is all, really.  It feels like such a big thing, and yet at the same time something so trivial.  I won't elucidate.  I feel....almost lonelier this year, even while I am feeling more at home, more comfortable, and more socialable.  Strange.  Life is full of contradictions.

Well, I'm going to go celebrate by sipping sparkling grape juice and reading Plato to myself, like the excellent old bachelorette that I am. (It makes me think of Bridgette Jones, despite the fact that I don't drink, I don't go from boyfriend to boyfriend, and I'm not depressed). 

I admire people who can face this rather bleak-looking little "main entry" box and fill it with interesting insights gleaned from their personal musings, emotions, intimate experiences.  I am such a private person, that xanga is to me as if I were to open my diary up and show it to the whole world, which is for me an impossibility (I don't really keep a diary any more, but thinking back to when I did, or the thought of even opening up one of my old diaries). 

I suppose it could be considered a sort of mental and emotional exercise, to come to the computer and type out one's thoughts without anyone there to observe, and then release those same private thoughts to the scrutiny of the world.  Some might argue it isn't the world, but rather the people that you knwo and who know you.  But I just went through an entire list of people who have personal xanga entries, some of whom I know, some I don't, and most I don't know very well.  I guess I agree with Sarah H., that what exactly is the point of "relationships" built through xanga, or is it even possible?

Maybe I'm just bored, and have a bit too much time on my hands.  But I don't have too much time on my hands -- there is so much I want and have to do!  I guess I'm just despondant, wasting my time.  Hmm....how sad.  I'm nineteen only for twelve months, so why should I waste that time? 

Wow.  So much time has past since I was last on here!  I'm back at Belhaven, doing RA training and settling in.  It's so strange to be here on a deserted campus, living not only in a room by myself but at the moment in a hall by myself!

I have to keep telling myself "your a sophomore, a soph-o-more."  Otherwise I'll tell people who ask that I'm a freshman, which could get really confusing...

It feels as if I've been home forever, but really it's only been a few days.  I have gotten so little accomplished, but then maybe this is the time to do that sort of nothingness. 

I'm still looking for a job, since nothing so far has worked out.  For now it's ok, since it gives me lots of time to just read, but when it comes time to pay the intensive bill....?

Anyway.  I miss my dorm-mates, and I hope y'all got home safe and sound!