hello, old companion
my eyelids are heavy and drooping with exhaustion right now, probably from all the fitblrs i've chosen to read over detailed accounts about the korean war and international relations history in general. fitblrs-- good for your self-esteem, detrimental to your efforts to achieve As in all your classes
college life? uneventful, aside from the fleeting elation of having lunch or dinner and numerous heart-to-hearts with the best of the best people i've met here in boston. oh, and the twelve-summat hours a week that i've dedicated to gym time. did i mention that i'm addicted to smart buttered whole wheat toasted english muffins?! yum yum yummy. i also love having grapefruit for breakfast, yes.
my knees have been holding up well since i've begun my whole gym routine. it feels empowering to run up the two-story warren escalators without any complaint from the region around my kneecaps. body's also begun looking somewhat like it did over summer-- it's kind of exciting to experience this whole body-changing-weight-loss-fitness-regaining-thing-whatever-it's-called again. at the rate i'm going, however, i'm scared of hitting my first plateau very soon, or in the upcoming months since i never figured out how to get over it before.
t-minus fourteen days until i'm hopping on a bolt bus back home to prepare for my short time in japan! out of excitement and want/need to cultivate the inner travel agent/travel book writer in me, i bought a moleskine city notebook, tokyo version. for now, i'm filling the first few note pages with badly sketched and drawn illustrations (hey, i'm not an artist) and plans for my eleven days. on the list so far is tsukiji, @home (maid cafe), swallowtail (butler cafe), and takeshita shopping with a friend (yes, all those things in one day!), odaiba with shimmeredusk who has graciously offered to take me around ♥, w-inds.' tenth anniversary concert, taking over kansai, and having a couple of chill days to myself, hopefully in yoyogi kouen with yarn needles, pierrot/gosyo merino wool, and a cardigan pattern. i can't wait to cover the beige pages with tiny collages and tips and maps and cutouts of airplanes and pictures and good old travel-y things that make me smile when i'm feeling under the weather.
it's terribly thrilling to be jetsetting to japan (look at that alliteration!) on my own this time around. i have promised my parents nightly e-mails, skype dates, coffee, t-shirts, and bags for lunch in return for their kindness and willingness to let their only child go off on her first international trip alone. speaking of which, it was wonderful to see them when i visited this weekend. mama, after the usual "hello! how are you i missed you how was your trip i love you!" greetings at woorijip, she noticed that my chin has regained its pointedness! only something she would notice. papa's developed an endearing habit of giving me wonderful welcome and goodbye hugs that i really enjoy. his midsection seems to grow rounder every time i return home, though, which makes me worry so so much about him.
it is two fifteen in the morning, my eyes feel deprived of oxygen and moisture, and i might need to give my brain a break. or a wake-up call. until the next time words flow from my fingertips, f-list--
college life? uneventful, aside from the fleeting elation of having lunch or dinner and numerous heart-to-hearts with the best of the best people i've met here in boston. oh, and the twelve-summat hours a week that i've dedicated to gym time. did i mention that i'm addicted to smart buttered whole wheat toasted english muffins?! yum yum yummy. i also love having grapefruit for breakfast, yes.
my knees have been holding up well since i've begun my whole gym routine. it feels empowering to run up the two-story warren escalators without any complaint from the region around my kneecaps. body's also begun looking somewhat like it did over summer-- it's kind of exciting to experience this whole body-changing-weight-loss-fitness-regaining-thing-whatever-it's-called again. at the rate i'm going, however, i'm scared of hitting my first plateau very soon, or in the upcoming months since i never figured out how to get over it before.
t-minus fourteen days until i'm hopping on a bolt bus back home to prepare for my short time in japan! out of excitement and want/need to cultivate the inner travel agent/travel book writer in me, i bought a moleskine city notebook, tokyo version. for now, i'm filling the first few note pages with badly sketched and drawn illustrations (hey, i'm not an artist) and plans for my eleven days. on the list so far is tsukiji, @home (maid cafe), swallowtail (butler cafe), and takeshita shopping with a friend (yes, all those things in one day!), odaiba with shimmeredusk who has graciously offered to take me around ♥, w-inds.' tenth anniversary concert, taking over kansai, and having a couple of chill days to myself, hopefully in yoyogi kouen with yarn needles, pierrot/gosyo merino wool, and a cardigan pattern. i can't wait to cover the beige pages with tiny collages and tips and maps and cutouts of airplanes and pictures and good old travel-y things that make me smile when i'm feeling under the weather.
it's terribly thrilling to be jetsetting to japan (look at that alliteration!) on my own this time around. i have promised my parents nightly e-mails, skype dates, coffee, t-shirts, and bags for lunch in return for their kindness and willingness to let their only child go off on her first international trip alone. speaking of which, it was wonderful to see them when i visited this weekend. mama, after the usual "hello! how are you i missed you how was your trip i love you!" greetings at woorijip, she noticed that my chin has regained its pointedness! only something she would notice. papa's developed an endearing habit of giving me wonderful welcome and goodbye hugs that i really enjoy. his midsection seems to grow rounder every time i return home, though, which makes me worry so so much about him.
it is two fifteen in the morning, my eyes feel deprived of oxygen and moisture, and i might need to give my brain a break. or a wake-up call. until the next time words flow from my fingertips, f-list--