inertia.

hi, my name is adelle... and i've haven't taken ibuprofen for the past 4 days. =D
yup, my rib is feeling much better... i've been to the rec center, i can breathe properly again, and i can lie down in any position i want. feels good.

this weekend's a long weekend, because monday's martin luther king jr. day... i probably should be making the most of it and doing something spectacular, but here i am on the couch where i think i've made a permanent imprint of my butt. i actually have quite a lot of stuff to do - assignments, scholarship applications... but somehow i don't feel inspired. i honestly think it's due in part to the weather, or more specifically the short winter days. and the constant rain. on thursday when i got off work at 3.30pm the sun was out and the effect it had on my mood was amazing. i walked around semi-endlessly for about an hour, and then did my grocery shopping. ended up having to lug it home quite a long way on foot... and by then of course the sun had set. no thanks to the cold plus the weight of my groceries, my fingers were all white by the time i got home, and i couldn't feel them for a couple of minutes! anyway. having had 12 hours a day of sunshine, 365 days a year, having the sun rise close to 8am and start setting by 4.30 is tough... i feel sleepy almost all the time! it could be me just getting lazier, but i like having something extraneous to blame. don't we all?

oh and i almost forgot! i watched breakfast at tiffany's today. mainly because i've wanted to watch it since hearing the song by deep blue something. =) it was technicolor and on a video cassette.... old school huh? on an unrelated note, classes have been going well enough... psychopathology has been thought-provoking, learning and memory has been entertaining, or rather my professor has, gen chem is still borderline boring, chem lab has been multitasking galore, and calculus has been a pleasant reunion between me and math. i still haven't figured out how to use a graphing calculator tho.

in summary, i've been plodding along... slowly, but moving forward nonetheless. one angstrom at a time.

"i feel these four walls closing in
face up against the glass
i'm looking out, mmm
is this my life i'm wondering
it happened so fast
how do i turn this thing around
is this the bed i chose to make
there's greener pastures i'm thinking about, mmm
wide open spaces far away

all i want is the wind in my hair
to face the fear but not feel scared."

- wild horses, natasha bedingfield.