January 2012
83 posts
Resolutions.
Drink more water.
Be kinder.
Read more.
Simplify.
December 2011
45 posts
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making...”
– Neil Gaiman (via drinkyourjuice)
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An accurate representation of my relationship with...
Me: The only acceptable place is first place.
Mother: Anything else is losing.
Me: Exactly.
Mother: I'll remind you of this when you run your first marathon.
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Baking A Cake For Someone You're Not Particularly...
Back in the kitchen and things are going swell.
Trojans, Atas Genius
The Lucky One, Au Revoir Simone
Rhineland, Beirut
Up Up Up, Givers
Howlin’ For You, The Black Keys
I’ve Got a Woman, Ray Charles
Fortunate Son, Creedence Clear Water Revival
Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out, The Antlers
It’s the kind of feeling that is simultaneously mortifying and wonderful. Cringing and laughing at my decisions. A reminder that I’m eighteen and young and that three hour car rides to go to a party where you know a total of four people was worth the story and the adventure. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I can sometimes be pretty and that it’s alright to be dumb...
Currently:
Sitting in a kitchen in Warwick while the rest of the house is asleep, wondering what on earth came over me last night at the big holiday party. Hint: it involved
homemade apple cider and making a complete ass out of myself.
All of my good decisions will be reviewed eventually.
Things are good.
I ran ten miles this morning and ate chips and peach/mango salsa and baked a pear and apple cardamom pie. I’ve been listening to Western movies and the Food Network with my dad and I’m wearing a new sweater. My feet are tired and sitting down feels great. I’m going to my work holiday party. Granted, both of my parents will be there, too, but I’m going. I...
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Road Trip From Hell.
…help me.
The restaurant was nearly empty a little before five on a Tuesday night. A family sat in a booth, two older men were at the bar, the waitress didn’t notice us waiting and taking pictures with a small stuffed bear.
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve stopped being a vegetarian, so my best friend took me out to a themed eatery (after running, of course) to get a burger and to catch...
“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.”
– F.Scott Fitzgerald
Today was a day where nothing happened. I went to work. I sat down and read and watched football highlights and pretended to listen to customers and to my coworkers and to my mom when we sat on the couch and pretended to listen to the television. In one ear, out the other, and I would often have to double take to fully process what was being said to me. I went online shopping. I unfriended a deaf...
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Who Are The Young Farmers Of 'Generation Organic'? →
The Salt - NPR
Goals for the next few weeks:
Read some books.
Take some pictures.
Wrap some presents.
Run some miles.
Tell some stories.
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Currently:
…sprawled out on the couch with my puppy, a belly fully of Green Cactus, and a fairly large bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Toddlers and Tiaras is on. There is a ginger boy with a rat tail named Bob competing.
Is this what it means to be done with your first semester of college?
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To Jody, the most wonderful teacher I’ve ever had:
I was lucky that I happened to stumble upon your class in my first semester of college. One of my teammates suggested taking it- she said there wasn’t a lot of work, that you loved athletes, and that your adoration for Greek art was infectious.
When I first walked in, you already knew my name, you already knew that I was on the cross...
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Separation anxiety.
My mom is the best Mom.
Wake up this morning, check my email, find out that she got me a $100 gift certificate to Madewell. HAPPY HOLIDAYS.
I don’t even know what to do.
The Possibilian →
David Eagleman and the Mysteries of the Brain: The New Yorker
Read this. Eets good.
Character building experiences:
…waking up to your roommate’s alarm clock, two hours after you intended on waking up, just as your art history final is starting.
Cue a barrage of “fuck, fuck, fuck,” haphazard teeth brushing, and barely remembering to wear underwear.
Don’t tell my mom.
At least I got a good night’s sleep.
I don’t know how to study. This is the first time I’ve ever needed to do it and all I can do is read this one really long article from the New Yorker about Scientology and yawn intermittently and wish I was able to go to sleep at night.
The (scary) laundry room in the basement of my dorm is one of the only places where I can productively do work for a given amount of time, but even...
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Studying Government Playlist:
(I can’t work for much longer.)
Lakehouse, Of Monsters and Men
Indiana, ABADABAD
Daydreaming, Dark Dark Dark
Mighty, Lord Huron
Chicago X 12, Rogue Wave
Sometimes I think I’m really cool and that my all of my body parts are in sync and that I can accomplish anything flawlessly and make it look easy because not only am I the epitome of grace, but the embodiment of absolute agility, athletic prowess, et cetera.
This is clearly not the case, because as I was trying to ride my bike yesterday, I fell, spilling the contents of my basket (a...
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If my child is allergic to peanuts/doesn’t like peanuts/prevents me from eating peanut butter, I would probably trade it in for a new kid.
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Productive ways to spend your Friday night:
Ride your bicycle, in the cold, miserable, bitter, Northern California air across campus and try to look for your friend’s bikes, except don’t find any so you dejectedly pedal back. Cold and miserable.
Mope about the lack of feeling in your hands, the lack of Home Alone 2 watching, and the lack of social skills on your part.
Sit with your art history notes out. Spill things on...
Getting back into the Tumbling.
It’s been one month + two days and things have happened:
My parents came and visited me in California. (Not much has changed; we’re as dysfunctional as ever.)
I “raced” at NCAA Nationals.
I went back to Long Island for Thanksgiving and remembered that home is where the heart is so I guess I belong all over the place.
I stopped being a vegetarian because of a boy....