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I've been in the most oddly dynamic mood today, with the dullness of everything being so dull, depressing, but punctuated by moments when I get so wildly warm about trivial things.
I was so greatful to remember to pick up a jar of peanut butter at the grocery store and to remember what "egalitarianism" means (despite not needing it for my essay exam) and to love the meaning. Like when I wrote "sola fide" on my arm last night. Matt said I should get it tattooed, but I wouldn't even if it wasn't too deeply...Lutheran for me.
A woman explained to me what a "banana heel" looks like on a shoe and I was genuinely laughing with her, like it was hilarious and wonderful and apparently so good for your back.
Dr. McCarthy used bean seeds in a math example and I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the class, just imagining them spreading everywhere and growing.
It's possible that my brain is deteriorating into that of a baby or a cat or something.
I came home this evening to see the boy who lives next door laying in the grass with his football, just looking upwards.
I don't know how I've not read Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar" yet, but this is the perfect time. I've been listening to a recording of it during my campus-to-campus commutes/significant drives. The character and her happenings seem pretty relatable to me, which I've always considered to be a pointless quality when choosing books, but it's nice after turning so many pages about murder and heroin addiction and middle age, in all sorts of unfamiliar countries.
I guess I'm just happy, thinking of how splendidly talented Tiger Woods is without my giving a damn about golf. Liking French rappers, Persephone as an idea, and whoever discovered how to make little plactic stars glow in the dark on ceilings.
I was so greatful to remember to pick up a jar of peanut butter at the grocery store and to remember what "egalitarianism" means (despite not needing it for my essay exam) and to love the meaning. Like when I wrote "sola fide" on my arm last night. Matt said I should get it tattooed, but I wouldn't even if it wasn't too deeply...Lutheran for me.
A woman explained to me what a "banana heel" looks like on a shoe and I was genuinely laughing with her, like it was hilarious and wonderful and apparently so good for your back.
Dr. McCarthy used bean seeds in a math example and I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the class, just imagining them spreading everywhere and growing.
It's possible that my brain is deteriorating into that of a baby or a cat or something.
I came home this evening to see the boy who lives next door laying in the grass with his football, just looking upwards.
I don't know how I've not read Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar" yet, but this is the perfect time. I've been listening to a recording of it during my campus-to-campus commutes/significant drives. The character and her happenings seem pretty relatable to me, which I've always considered to be a pointless quality when choosing books, but it's nice after turning so many pages about murder and heroin addiction and middle age, in all sorts of unfamiliar countries.
I guess I'm just happy, thinking of how splendidly talented Tiger Woods is without my giving a damn about golf. Liking French rappers, Persephone as an idea, and whoever discovered how to make little plactic stars glow in the dark on ceilings.