I am unpacked and my room is (mostly) clean. It only took a month-plus (admittedly a month that a) included a week and a half of me doing nothing because I'd just gotten my wisdom teeth out and b) was fairly hot, off and on, so moving boxes of stuff and working in my room was unfeasible). But I have now successfully absorbed an entire* dorm room worth of stuff into my already-full-of-stuff Philadelphia-home room**.

( Cut for lots of long babbling )

So I guess what I'm saying is, "High School Miriam, sometimes I feel like I don't know you at all. I'm pretty sure that I'm happier being now-me than I was being you, which I suppose is a good thing, at least from this end. I'm glad that I/we/you got back into writing. I may sometimes wonder a bit about your decisions, but you managed to pick a college where I had a marvelous four years, and I will say that you definitely had good taste in friends.


( footnotes on the above cut )

Specifically, the screaming fight I had with one particular member of my math group.

( Cut because I doubt that it's actually that interesting. )

On the whole this has been a really nice week. The beginning of it was really crazy, such that I very much needed a Rally Day, but once I got through Tuesday afternoon I realized that I was more-or-less on top of everything that needed to be done, and that I had time to breathe, and maybe even sit with friends for a while and just laugh, or go out and play in the snow, or watch a movie (and lose my cell phone and then luckily find it again without too much trouble). Which isn't to say that I don't have things to do. Because I have lots of things to do, and several items on my long-term to-do list probably still won't get done - but I'm no longer feeling so overwhelmed that I'm just running from thing to thing to thing and tiring myself out so much that I'm no longer using my time effectively and just get frustrated.
It's a really nice feeling.
I do, however, need to stop staying up until midnight if I can't get properly fulfilling sleep past 7:30 in the morning (although it should be noted that I slept in the whole way until 9:30 on Wednesday), because I like having the full eight-and-a-half-or-nine.

On the subject of other less pleasing trends, there have been several times over the past week-and-a-half when then inability to deal with people has been worse than it's ever been. On the plus side these have also coincided with times than I have been to tired and not gotten enough sleep the night before, but I can't always get enough sleep, and it's distressing when the dining hall is so busy that I feel like I can't function. It doesn't seem terribly apparent to anyone else, which I suppose is a good thing, but I'd much prefer it to not happen at all.


In cheerful news, the shiny laptop is officially Miss Eliza Tudor.