...I feel as if I'm standing in an infinitely large and black room all alone with my thoughts. I don't know who even reads this anymore, but the idea that I can blog freely and treat a virtual space as my journal is a tad bit comforting. However, if there are people out there who read this blog, I hope that the sheer volume of text is daunting and boring (it really is! void of witty quips and everything! it is just a reflection!) enough :P

What has happened since the last time that I blogged? Nothing and the whole world.

The beginning of this summer was definitely blargh to say the least. It marked the first summer that I spent away from home (after a mere 2 weeks of absolute bliss) and I felt a bit stranded as I was carless in San Diego, focusing on my lab class and work. There were many awful, sleepless nights and 8 A.M. lab classes where a bleary eyed, hazy Lisa was left in way too close proximity with way too much glassware. However, that battle ended and I was left alone again to live out an endless road of banality that consisted of work, eat, and sleep. I'm not sure if it was the surroundings that affected me or my sluggish self contributing in a terrible way to my environment, but I'm still reeling from the rolling waves of blahness and utter lack of motivation. Dammit, even the last chapter of Harry Potter's story is left neglected by my makeshift bed on the floor, collecting what knows what.

However, I really do not have the right to complain, for August was definitely the highlight of my period of near hermit-like routine. I first shook things up a little by getting what I wanted for such a long time, and even now, I have no regrets at all (and can't really stop glancing down at it at every chance.) Of course, I do have the innate tendency to try to pull down my shirt and cover the tat if I see elders and mothers with young children coming my way (especially of the asian persuasion :P) and if I happen to be sporting rather low rise jeans.

Then, I ventured further out and bought myself something very special to love and dote upon: a beta fish. It has been ages since I've had a real pet to call my own, and truth be told, I was never the fish type. They always seemed a bit...well, cold and impersonal. But really, not my Atticus. Now it just may be my owner's pride and personal bias, but there is really nothing to dislike about his little quirks and spunkiness. Which really leads to the other man in my life...

...kinda strange to segueway (sp?) from a a scarlet fish to a blonde boyfriend, but there it goes. It's really strange how these things work. Gone are my past cynical outlooks (not that I had much to begin with) about romance or idealistic girlish fancies, though really, Scott blows them all out of the water. For people who doubt that it could really happen when you least expect it, it really can. Way out of the blue and way over in the left field. Nevertheless, it did occur and who am I, a mere mortal, to stop a universal click and worlds from colliding? The sheer force does knock you over and rock your world in the most literal sense. I'm overwhelmed and flying, always mentally pinching myself every now and then to see if it is really happening to me. Still, everything's new to me and I cannot help but feel nervous and still a bit cautious. I've built up walls around myself after every hurt or ordeal (well to the old Lisa back then) that is slowly being chipped away by this seriously wonderful guy. The walls are still there, but even though I'm still the wee bit fearful type, I anticipate the day when I can release all the worries and have those walls come crashing down. I'll take it one day at a time and relish everything there is about this beautiful thing and we'll see how things go. :)

I think that I will call him now. :P