In the Time of the Butterflies

So, that book has nothing to do so much with this entry. Its just that when I clicked on the title space, a bunch of options came up from previous titles. I think this was probably from a paper? Anyway, I wish it were the time of the butterflies, because its COLD and SNOWY and GROSS. We had this few-day tease of beautiful sunshine and warm weather. (I played ultimate outside twice! And got quite muddy...) Its amazing how intensely the weather affects my mood.
This weekend I remembered that I liked to write. Because I don't have enough quasi-hobbies as it is... and Anne Lamott (writer) says that you've got to just write. write, write, write, if you want to write. (not a quotation.) It kinda makes sense... So here I am, putting off my reading homework, putting off the million things that I need to do, and even putting off sleep! in order to write something. Even if its just a useless ramble about writing itself. One must start somewhere.
I also had a conversation with a classmate about architecture. He's an art major, with plans to go to architecture school after graduating from Goshen. Sometimes I wish I would have done that. But, I guess that would mean that I wouldn't have gone to Spain. And wouldn't have seen so much cool architecture there. In the mean time, though, while I lackadaisically ponder opportunities for my future, I should find something to do for the next few months (well, okay, once summer starts) and then, the next year. No need to plan my whole life. But I should take a shower... then maybe I can settle down to homework. *wink*