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I feel like the world is full of promise right now, and that my heart is being simultaneously stretched in a multitude of directions.
I will write an actually technically informative entry someday.
For now I'll just say that I can't believe its November, that the time has changed, or that the election will probably have been decided by 48 hours from now.
Sometimes lately I feel like I really am 24 years old, and just as often these days I feel about 16.
Also, the leaves are starting to peak, and there are piles of color accumulating on the ground. On Friday I slipped on some leaves on my driveway, and I think I bruised my tailbone. It still hurts to sit, but at least I can amusingly say that "Fall made me fall."
I was fairy for Halloween this year in the green tutu that I wore to be a fairy for the graduation PCP scavenger hunt and to last year's Four Winds Halloween dinner. When I put it on Friday evening, I realized somewhat sadly that this may have been the last time I would ever wear it in public. I got that costume for my ballet recital when I was 13 years old. I can still remember sitting in Mary Pauline's studio in May of 1998, seeing her bring out our costumes, and thinking that they were some of the most beautiful pieces of clothing I had ever seen...and that such a costume would make even my awkward 13 year old self look pretty. It's things like this that make me not want to be a grownup. But, I know that no one can ever stop me from playing dressup and dancing around my house. In fact, support of this sort of behavior is probably the main criterion for living with me. This is something that Jessica and I bonded over this summer.
It's fairly cold in Charlottesville sometimes now. But, I've got a new coat and I feel, for the most part, ready to face the new season.
Before I know it Thanksgiving will be here and then finals and then the first Christmas I have ever dreaded. At least I am planning to be in Sarasota for New Years'. I'm planning to try to focus on that rather than on Christmas this year.
I will write an actually technically informative entry someday.
For now I'll just say that I can't believe its November, that the time has changed, or that the election will probably have been decided by 48 hours from now.
Sometimes lately I feel like I really am 24 years old, and just as often these days I feel about 16.
Also, the leaves are starting to peak, and there are piles of color accumulating on the ground. On Friday I slipped on some leaves on my driveway, and I think I bruised my tailbone. It still hurts to sit, but at least I can amusingly say that "Fall made me fall."
I was fairy for Halloween this year in the green tutu that I wore to be a fairy for the graduation PCP scavenger hunt and to last year's Four Winds Halloween dinner. When I put it on Friday evening, I realized somewhat sadly that this may have been the last time I would ever wear it in public. I got that costume for my ballet recital when I was 13 years old. I can still remember sitting in Mary Pauline's studio in May of 1998, seeing her bring out our costumes, and thinking that they were some of the most beautiful pieces of clothing I had ever seen...and that such a costume would make even my awkward 13 year old self look pretty. It's things like this that make me not want to be a grownup. But, I know that no one can ever stop me from playing dressup and dancing around my house. In fact, support of this sort of behavior is probably the main criterion for living with me. This is something that Jessica and I bonded over this summer.
It's fairly cold in Charlottesville sometimes now. But, I've got a new coat and I feel, for the most part, ready to face the new season.
Before I know it Thanksgiving will be here and then finals and then the first Christmas I have ever dreaded. At least I am planning to be in Sarasota for New Years'. I'm planning to try to focus on that rather than on Christmas this year.