My lips, Two Blushing Pilgrims, Ready Stand.

If I wish to function properly and healthily in a new society, I need my space; my sanctuary. In previous years of living in an all male dorm hall, this sanctuary has been difficult to come by. However, this year, amongst the hustle and bustle of many poorly hygienic fellow college hall mates, I have been able to dwell and exist in a space that I can truly call a sanctuary. Yes, of course, I have a roommate sharing the same small space as myself. But for whatever reason, this year, our differences have somehow melted together into the perfect equation for living in harmony while still abiding to our own private needs (I hope he feels the same).

Tonight, while my roommate is at the library (his own sanctuary) working on some homework (that I should also be doing), I am sitting my warmly lit dorm room, watching Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet and eating pistachios and dill pickle potato chips (a taste few people can truly appreciate). It is moments like these that help me truly appreciate the tranquil beauty of the Sabbath, whether it is religiously focused or not.

It seems my Kim Possible ringtone is the only thing holding me back from true peace. Perhaps I will do the impossible and turn my phone off for the evening.

ABS out.