Whenever shall we meet again

Whenever shall we meet again,
In thunder lightening or in rain
When the hurly-burly's done
When the battles lost or won.

The hurly burly is just beginning. I think. There hasn't been much hurly or burly in Minnesota, but we'll see what happens this winter. People think it is the apocalypse.
I thought on this a good long time. End of the world. That's kind of a bummer. It's so easy to get caught up in the who-is-the-antichrist-this-is-the-sign kind of people. So I was thinking...yes, of course it is the apocalypse! Then I was thinking...no...it won't be that obvious. And now...
I think...I'm going to participate. Not anticipate. That way, I won't be let down in the end if the world isn't ending, and if it is, well, we'll just see what happens. And we'll all meet again in the end. Whether it be the abrahamic apocalypse or Ragnarok or ... hmnn...
Those are the only apocalypse stories I'm familiar with.
I had this obsession with Norse mythology for a while. It's so interesting. I'm actually really intrigued with religions of different sorts.


And as for me...what about me, anyway? Heavy sigh. I don't know anymore. Sometimes I work so hard at something I begin to hate it a little. So I give myself breaks.
And then I hate it that I gave myself a break. Like this weekend. I slept. I lazed. I watched some TV. I allowed my mind to wander. I rolled down the ol' hill. I chased a few squirrels. Good times.
But I didn't study. I didn't even sing. And now...I'm a little overwhelmed again. Why did I not use my time more wisely? The squirrels, well, yes they're obnoxious. I hate how they just waddle around eating bits of cupcakes and stuff, getting much fatter than they should be. I suppose they need it for winter. It's fun to see them try to waddle up the tree though. They get about three feet up and then come back down. I saw a flying squirrel the other day. It was the highlight of my week.

It's November already. I miss everything about home. Yet, I'm beginning to really love it here. It isn't the people. I've managed to make enough friends to keep me sane but not enough to take up my time. Oh dear, this means I have to start another rant.