Hot water bottle

This is an analogy that I've been thinking about lately. It's not written about anyone - I just like hot water bottles.

Our relationship was like someone holding a hot water bottle. At the start, you were so warm, and I would hold you, taking in your heat. Though the rest of the world was cold, you kept me snug, and I held you tightly, selfishly.
Over time though, things changed. I still felt the need for you, but you'd cooled. What I felt as a warm touch from you was merely heat that my own body had given. I tried to keep us both warm, but the cold inside you was too great.

Life as a dream

So last night, I met a really beautiful girl. We bumped in to each other in the library, and she dropped her things. We looked at each other, and I felt my heart swell, and I knew she felt the same way.
I woke up, and felt really confused. Was that a dream - or was I remembering it? Later in the night, I was dreaming (again?) and thought, no, that had really happened. When I woke up this morning, it took some time to figure out that it had all been a dream. A dream-within-a-dream.
Lately that's how my sleeping's been. Long days of study, punctuated with night time where the things I learn swirl around in my head.
And then the days are what follow the night - whimsical ideas flit about as I review the diversity of flowers.

I always find study so overwhelming, emotionally. I just sit down and learn, and the 'thinking/learning' part of my brain churns away. Meanwhile, the 'emotional/contemplative' part throws curveballs at my conciousness.

Exam time

Exams are coming up, and I've been studying hard. I've changed to studying biology (from astronomy), and I'm really loving it. And working hard. So, unlike the last study period which saw the genesis of this blog, there probably won't be many posts here in the next few weeks.
Probably.
Anyway, I hope you are well. I've been studying dinosaurs and flowers, which is all I could really wish for.

This evening...

Has been rather productive. I went grocery shopping, which was long overdue. You'll be glad to know I bought a new jar of peanut butter, yummmm.

Then I got crafty. I made a mix CD of twee music for a friend who had not heard of twee. She likes hardcore, so that should be interesting...

And a card for someone special, featuring Napoleon Dynamite.

A cave had mysteriously appeared in my room a few days ago, and this evening it enveloped my bed!

I needed some light to see while I was in the cave, so I made a lampshade out of 'Another Box of Candy Tops' (I found this at an Asian supermarket. I don't know what they are, but they sound dazzling)

And inside the cave, there were animals everywhere!

I'm looking forward to dreaming tonight

Peanut butter and 50 posts

So this is the fiftieth post on this blog. I kind of wanted it to be a little more heart-felt than this one is, but I also think this is quite fun. And odd. I have something rather meaningful that I'll try write soon.

I guess one of my quirks is that when I finish a jar of peanut butter, I don't throw it away. I guess I intend to scrape the jar out at some later point. Things got kind of ridiculous recently when I found that I had very little room in my cupboard.

Because there were ten empty jars of peanut butter

This was far more embarrassing than I'd imagined. I had no idea how bad my habit had become. On the up side, from this collection I managed to gather a lot of peanut butter

So that turned out okay. It's always a shame when you get to the end of a jar, and you're forced to run the knife around the inside, and smear a thin layer of PB on to your bread. This of course gives way to the reckless exuberance when you get a new jar, and spread a fifth of the jar on one piece.