Oct 08, 2009 17:50
There are so many beautiful places on campus to study.
When I say study, I mean, to watch other people study.
Eating a banana pudding and sitting in the new gallery on the first floor of the JFSB looking into the courtyard is something nice.
Iridescent purple nails are nice. More than one bleeding cuticle is not so nice, but I can't complain, really, because when I begin to want to complain about something I just think for a second about what my life was like less than a month ago.
Being aware is nice. Yesterday I played scum with grownups and Will at a grownup's house and at one point we caught eyes across the table. If something continues to happen with him, and we go somewhere with this, I will be able to tell him the exact second I fell a tiny bit in love with him.
It is also nice, conversely, and kind of weirdly, to know that, yes, it may go somewhere, but it may not--and I'm OK with that.
Blessings. I haven't felt one tiny drop of anxiety today--not ONE--and it is spectacularly wonderful.
I stayed up till four AM cleaning my room and listening to the conference talks that I slept through and it felt wonderful. Staying up.