M. Is he, do I?

I can't believe how easy it was to study for my Latin test. That was a relief.

Yesterday was a frenzy of activity. I actually cleaned the house a little. Took out the garbage, folded my clothes. It was nice. I haven't had that sort of "do and get done" kind of mind-set in ages. I like that. My room isn't as cluttered anymore, which helps and translates over to my mind. I could see that in how I was able to actually (finally) understand my math today, two periods before the test. I could see it in how, even though I went to bed after midnight, got less than (or around) four hours of sleep, I wasn't tired and was actually getting more things done.

The nice weather, though, that really helps. It's starting to feel like spring. The best part of all of it is that, when I wake up in the morning and take a shower, I can hear the birds whispering outside, busy bodies that they are. It reminds me of when I was a kid, when I used to live at this one place in Texas, where we had an owl in one of the trees just outside our house. It's very nice, calming.

It's odd. This week, M. has . . . well, seemed more mature to me. Perhaps it's because of the new arrangement in Latin. We got those long tables now, instead of our old desks, and so when we have to translate it's all more face-to-face instead of at a distance. I don't know. I'm being silly. I don't like him, I just think I do because I'm an oddity in itself. Sure, people change, but can they change that much? Could he have? *pauses, deep breath* Well. It makes no matter. There's nothing there, and the past has proven that, though at times he really does seem to sort of draw me in for some reason. He intrigues me at times, and more frequently than before. That's all. At times I sometimes wonder if he still likes me, though. Latin is very entertaining, nowadays, in any case.

Well. I don't know. I can't think right now. All I can see is a weekend, a spring weekend, without snow (at last). Reminds me of what my English teacher said today, random comment about "fake Global Warming." She said, "Well, yeah, I believe in it. But - I mean, come on, where's the hot weather?!" It keeps snowing, ridiculous valley. It's laughable, but frustrating. Winter has held on most stubbornly, not that I mind. Next to autumn, it's one of my favorite seasons.

Anyway, I have to go. Time to visit my grandparents. Should be fun, unless my 9 year old cousin enlists me to color on the floor with her. Bad for the knees, though I shouldn't be so stubborn about it. She hardly ever gets to see me, and apparently I'm her favorite (because I'm the only one who ever plays with her). Thank goodness she's over the Barbie phase. ;)

Ta!