"Living like I've just begun"
A night of swiss chard and caramelized onions and fontina is a good night. And after this, which has already been a good night, I have plans for even better things.
I went with friends (oh, the anatomy group, how I love you) to a Cleveland microbrewery to celebrate a friend's boyfriend's passing of the Series 7 (an accounting/financial advising/somethingsomething exam). This was supposed to be a weekend of studying and semi-isolation, and instead it is full of connections and Shopgirl and the Great Lakes Brewing Company and going over to the local beer snob's house to cap off the public night. Even when I'm studying, I almost always have the cat in my lap (not completely conducive to productivity, but ah well), so there has been no hint of studying isolation.
There's a phrase for what I've been feeling, one I don't like to use because it comes from an awful ex, and yet sometimes it's too appropriate not to use. He used to refer to certain moods as being "blissed out," which seems to be an extreme, real fom of giddy. The last time I remember being this happy was probably Stop Kiss. And, yet, that happiness was probably relative to baseline which was significantly lower then, so right now wins by far. Sorry, Emily, but Carleton at it's best still can't compete with med school.
I went with friends (oh, the anatomy group, how I love you) to a Cleveland microbrewery to celebrate a friend's boyfriend's passing of the Series 7 (an accounting/financial advising/somethingsomething exam). This was supposed to be a weekend of studying and semi-isolation, and instead it is full of connections and Shopgirl and the Great Lakes Brewing Company and going over to the local beer snob's house to cap off the public night. Even when I'm studying, I almost always have the cat in my lap (not completely conducive to productivity, but ah well), so there has been no hint of studying isolation.
There's a phrase for what I've been feeling, one I don't like to use because it comes from an awful ex, and yet sometimes it's too appropriate not to use. He used to refer to certain moods as being "blissed out," which seems to be an extreme, real fom of giddy. The last time I remember being this happy was probably Stop Kiss. And, yet, that happiness was probably relative to baseline which was significantly lower then, so right now wins by far. Sorry, Emily, but Carleton at it's best still can't compete with med school.