Day 46: These Arms of Mine-Otis Redding

It is a new year, a new semester, and a new beginning for Calebot's Blog. Inundated by self-inflicted pressure, never quite felt before, I write to you, whoever you are, again. Still, old friends, new friends, almost strangers, and pen-pals I welcome you back with an excitement that I have scarcely felt since my last postings. Despite brief pangs of guilt at what I fear must seem: a college girl's self-glorification, I cannot help but delight at the thought of entertaining you, dear reader. If you are new to following this blog, let me say: Welcome, Hello! For those of you who have read this blog before and have been bothered by my absence, for those who despair at the fact that my capricious wanderings have gone untold for nearly 6 months, I humbly ask for your forgiveness. I was absent without leave, and I beg your pardon sincerely. I was wrong to think for even a moment that I should be able to stop documenting the undeniably trivial episodes of my life without severe consequences. In fact, let me just say that every person who berated time and time again for missing a post and ultimately forgoing daily postings is completely justified. I was a fool.

Now that I have apologized for my egregious fouls of months past let us begin anew and continue together towards a brighter future.

What can I tell you? I can tell you that this semester is going to be a stimulating one. I can't say what exactly is to come but I can assure you that I will have have a thing or two of interest to document. I am generally opposed to reading peoples goals and aspirations but I will make an exception for myself. I aspire to take my independence by the waste this semester. You may recall that I made my own declaration of Independence in a previous posting. I intend to declare my independence all over campus for the next 3 months. You may laugh, but it is not folly! I plan on adventure this semester. I realize that the real world looms ominously at graduation and I fear the responsibility that comes with it. I am in my prime. Two decades of life and now I'm really living.

Song of the day: These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding a true king.

"It's 6:03, and the heirs to my dominion are scrubbed and tubbed, and added, quickly fed. And so i'll pat them on the head, and send them off to bed. Ah, lordly is the life I lead!

Winifred, where are the children?" Mr. Banks