Hello, world.
It's been a while.
How's the life?

I feel no obligation to apologize for my brief absence.  While not on this blog,  I did many a productive thing that I would not have done if I was blogging. I feel that it is silly to apologize for lack of an addiction to the internet.

I finished knitting my first pair of socks, which are brightly colored and wonderful.  I actually made a lot of mistakes, but they're my socks and I love them anyway.
I may or may not post pictures next week when I actually have access to my camera.

I started violin lessons again, for the first time in about a year.  It's ridiculous that I already feel like I play better after one forty-five minute lesson, but it's true.

I still do not have a job.

I have, however, caught the mysterious and surprisingly strong disease entitled motivation.
I have never felt motivation (school-wise) before in my life.  I can usually coast by without studying or doing homework or anything and get a decent mark somewhere in the range of the eighties.
Except the issue is that the eighties cease to be good enough when you find a school that looks perfect to you, where they award a scholarship to whoever gets in, and it's in New York City.
I've been to New York once before.  And there are no words to describe how that city feels.  I don't know how to describe it - it just transcends everything.  Usually I hate cities, but apparently the presence of Broadway outweighs the inherent disadvantages of a total lack of trees. (Seriously, I was there for  a week and saw no living trees except the one day where we wandered in Central Park)
Travel journal-type-things may or may not follow, although I am going to Wales for a week in March, and I will definitely post pictures and drawings and ramblings on that topic.  Hooray for non-sequitors.
The only issue is that this perfect amazing school has a seven percent acceptance rate.
So I have to study.
The eighties aren't good enough.
I have to have 100 percent.
In everything.
I'm going to go become the perfect human being now.
Later.