walking to victory
today, i dragged myself out of bed around noon (when i wake up before one on saturday, i find this extremely decent - i am even a little proud). anyway, completely out of the blue, i decided, with great abandon, to brave the terrible cold with only a sweatshirt. to my surprise, i opened the door and instead of the usual BITTER COLD that has been blowing through the hills of brandeis, it was practically balmy outside. the sun was shining, and the ducks in the 80% frozen pond even looked like they were having a good time.
so of course, upon return to the room with the piles of work (that consequentially are still being ignored) i decided that i wanted to take a walk somewhere. (it's moments like these when i wish that i lived on the cape somewhere. i love it when we go down there for thanksgiving and go to the beach. you feel so solemn entering that empty parking lot, blessed somehow with special membership to the "locals" club. plus you get to climb up the life guard chair. who can beat that?) so anyway, minus long tangents in parentheses, i wanted to go for a walk so i decided after great deliberation (about 20 seconds) to go to victory for cereal or something. a. because it's great for breakfast and encourages more sleep in the mornings (rather than hauling ass to the dining hall) and b. because it would be light (the package of lemon iced tea snapples that need to be replenished seemed a bit much).
anyway, i walked there with my bright green sweatshirt listening to the mix that jess made me and feeling practically on top of the world for no particular reason. trudging through the narrow paths between mountains of snow, i was smiling. literally, i know, i am a complete dork but i could not keep my happiness to myself. even the bastard knee was not going to get me down.
so i realize that story had no real point or relevance to anything except that i was genuinely happy.
other things that make me happy:
-writing long emails to people (i think i have a knack for this not gonna lie)
-thinking of a most perfect gift for myself when i do something extremely extraordinary - those heart post-it notes
-book recommendations
-englishy boys (stop my heart they do)
so of course, upon return to the room with the piles of work (that consequentially are still being ignored) i decided that i wanted to take a walk somewhere. (it's moments like these when i wish that i lived on the cape somewhere. i love it when we go down there for thanksgiving and go to the beach. you feel so solemn entering that empty parking lot, blessed somehow with special membership to the "locals" club. plus you get to climb up the life guard chair. who can beat that?) so anyway, minus long tangents in parentheses, i wanted to go for a walk so i decided after great deliberation (about 20 seconds) to go to victory for cereal or something. a. because it's great for breakfast and encourages more sleep in the mornings (rather than hauling ass to the dining hall) and b. because it would be light (the package of lemon iced tea snapples that need to be replenished seemed a bit much).
anyway, i walked there with my bright green sweatshirt listening to the mix that jess made me and feeling practically on top of the world for no particular reason. trudging through the narrow paths between mountains of snow, i was smiling. literally, i know, i am a complete dork but i could not keep my happiness to myself. even the bastard knee was not going to get me down.
so i realize that story had no real point or relevance to anything except that i was genuinely happy.
other things that make me happy:
-writing long emails to people (i think i have a knack for this not gonna lie)
-thinking of a most perfect gift for myself when i do something extremely extraordinary - those heart post-it notes
-book recommendations
-englishy boys (stop my heart they do)