i'm usually not a fat sucker for words on love, as they tend to be all too similar/cliched/obnoxious/hollow/empty/fucked up/obnoxious/obnoxious, but i found this one to be quite universal, for lack of a better description. sometimes i worry about losing touch with friends and sometimes i have little pouts of stress induced by fear of breaking away from something i love (whether it be english, the entertainment industry, etc.). leave it to steinbeck for some alleviation!
(shout out to my buddy patrick @ thepatformist for posting it)
"Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away." isn't that just nice? read the whole letter, written to his son, here.
284. pretending
285. beach house, and lots of it
286. blogging in study areas
287. banana chips and overly sweetened tea for dinner (fuck yeah health?)
288. parking far away, giving ample time and room for a leisurely stroll
289. listening to the beatles in the morning (since i was little, i convinced myself that, in order to have a really exceptional day, you must start the day by listening to the fab four)
290. dreaming of frozen yogurt
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
no. 90
i got a clockwork orange for $2 and i lost my water bottle (again) but replaced it (again). i stalked too many people and experienced beautiful things, so many beautiful things. is that not the best sensation? to be overwhelmed by beauty?
hm. i had a very collegiate st. pat's day - from an irish car bomb, to making yummy drinks for people i don't know, to imbibing in whatever the fuck is visible. i also gave a toast to many things (happiness, washington, mt. rainier, and, apparently at one point, eyes). and love was eminent and free and vast and wide. i like that.
270. drinking water "as if it's going out of style"
271. running (but i'm also very fond of walking)
272. good times. i love good times. fuck yeah for good times. fuck yeah for saying "fuck yeah" way too many times. cheers to our youth
273. the feeling of paying for my own tuition (granted it's for a junior college.. but being able to put my skinny little paycheck to something productive makes me smile a little)
274. i am thankful for my clinical depression. it is familiar, it is real, it is comforting.
275. while on the subject, i love my psychiatrist's voice. i also appreciate his diction (for example: "are you at liberty to speak?" holy fuck nothing can make me feel more human)
276. jenga blocks
277. tofu-edamame nuggets
278. garlic. putting garlic on everything.
279. the renowned nbc show 'community'
280. fucking deja vu. that shit cray
281. the stream of consciousness that i've manifested by drawing/writing/scribbling/sketching into my racially diverse group of notebooks
282. gop jokes
283. lots of macarons
hm. i had a very collegiate st. pat's day - from an irish car bomb, to making yummy drinks for people i don't know, to imbibing in whatever the fuck is visible. i also gave a toast to many things (happiness, washington, mt. rainier, and, apparently at one point, eyes). and love was eminent and free and vast and wide. i like that.
270. drinking water "as if it's going out of style"
271. running (but i'm also very fond of walking)
272. good times. i love good times. fuck yeah for good times. fuck yeah for saying "fuck yeah" way too many times. cheers to our youth
273. the feeling of paying for my own tuition (granted it's for a junior college.. but being able to put my skinny little paycheck to something productive makes me smile a little)
274. i am thankful for my clinical depression. it is familiar, it is real, it is comforting.
275. while on the subject, i love my psychiatrist's voice. i also appreciate his diction (for example: "are you at liberty to speak?" holy fuck nothing can make me feel more human)
276. jenga blocks
277. tofu-edamame nuggets
278. garlic. putting garlic on everything.
279. the renowned nbc show 'community'
280. fucking deja vu. that shit cray
281. the stream of consciousness that i've manifested by drawing/writing/scribbling/sketching into my racially diverse group of notebooks
282. gop jokes
283. lots of macarons
Sunday, March 4, 2012
no. 89
off
the
deep
end
so i miss the classroom and books and scribbling all over the pages and writing only in ink and never using white out and things. i miss creating a bloody massacre of graffiti by thoroughly fucking up the appearance of my peers' essays and papers with a red pen. i miss my calc class that quickly converted into a very verbal, very vehement angry mob (with metaphorical pitchforks and the works) upon hearing the faux pas "irregardless" come out of amanda gibson's mouth. i also miss dorm life. but mostly, i just miss the learning in a classroom.
working hasn't been time consuming enough and minimum wage can't satiate all my superficial desires, so i'm rereading books i haven't read since sophomore year of high school (namely, lolita and the picture of dorian gray). i'll start reading more short stories this week (gilman, faulkner) cause they're free :D
ummmm.. this was a nice weekend and right now it's balls hot (why) and thoughts of food in the pantry are keeping me sane.
261. greek yogurt + dried fruit
262. peeling the skin off my lips is a disgusting habit. yum
263. de profundis
264. chai anything chai
265. pesto anything pesto
266. my bed holy cannoli what would i do without my bed
267. pretty bookends
268. pretty soap dishes
269. lavender, mint, etc.
the
deep
end
so i miss the classroom and books and scribbling all over the pages and writing only in ink and never using white out and things. i miss creating a bloody massacre of graffiti by thoroughly fucking up the appearance of my peers' essays and papers with a red pen. i miss my calc class that quickly converted into a very verbal, very vehement angry mob (with metaphorical pitchforks and the works) upon hearing the faux pas "irregardless" come out of amanda gibson's mouth. i also miss dorm life. but mostly, i just miss the learning in a classroom.
working hasn't been time consuming enough and minimum wage can't satiate all my superficial desires, so i'm rereading books i haven't read since sophomore year of high school (namely, lolita and the picture of dorian gray). i'll start reading more short stories this week (gilman, faulkner) cause they're free :D
ummmm.. this was a nice weekend and right now it's balls hot (why) and thoughts of food in the pantry are keeping me sane.
261. greek yogurt + dried fruit
262. peeling the skin off my lips is a disgusting habit. yum
263. de profundis
264. chai anything chai
265. pesto anything pesto
266. my bed holy cannoli what would i do without my bed
267. pretty bookends
268. pretty soap dishes
269. lavender, mint, etc.
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