My knee is a symphony of snap, crackle, and pop.

I've heard that students taking psychology or those in medical programs tend to experience symptoms of what is being discussed or from patients. Of course, this is psychological and those students don't really have heart murmurs or are manic/depressive. I'm sure there is a word seven syllables long that sums up this situation.

One of my New Years Resolut-- I mean, Perpetual Life Alterations, is to finish half read books and those that I have yet to partially read and thus becoming half read books. This goal is working fairly well since I've finished one half read book and completely read another. This is keeping me up until 2am but I'm thinking that it might be worth it.

The book that I read from start to finish (instead of finish to start) had a character that had a knee injury and thus dealt with this problem throughout the book. Shortly after learning about said knee injury I started having trouble with my knee. My first thought is that I am one of those crazy people with that seven syllable word. I shrug it off. Even if I am one of the crazies, the pain will go away with time. Well, I've finished the book and my knee still hurts. It's actually getting worse. I found out today that when I walk up and down the steps my knee cracks. I know this can't be normal because, well, it's never done this before.

The good news: I don't have a psychological issue.
The bad news: my knee is really having problems.

Change in Subject

School starts tomorrow and I don't think I've realized it yet. But I am excited purely because I know that when the semester is over, it will be summer. I have so many plans for the summer but I don't know if they will all work out (road trip, a math class, counselor for CQ, summer theatre carpenter/seamstress, FCP). This summer I really feel like something is going to happen. I mean, something worth happening. There is a huge chance this feeling is just that. A feeling. I always have expectations and I usually get the expectations that something will happen when ever I leave the house-- but there's just something about this summer... Anyway, I think I've rambled enough.

Five words is all it would take.
--Carmen