Boop boop be doo
I ate an entire bag of candy corn today. Sarah helped a bit, but my currently rotting teeth are proof that I did most of the work. I am strangely proud of this fact. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go try to fend off the inevitable diabetes that's heading my way.
But first, exciting moments in my life:
-They turned the heat on in my building! A little too late, seeing as seven out of my ten toes already have frostbite and need to be ampuated, but it's the thought that counts. Everytime the radiator hisses and I hear a distant rumbling from the basement I smile, knowing that even when Boston weather throws a daily shitstorm in my face, I have an apartment that feels like the Sahara and will probably stay that way well into the summer, whether I want it to or not.
-Midterms! Oh wait, that's important? You'd think otherwise, as I've opted out of studying or truly caring in favor of listening to obscure Russian music and looking at pictures of kittens. But no, apparently I'm here to like, learn or something. Whatever. Bring on the alcohol. Toodles braincells, it was nice knowing ya.
Aaaaaannnnddddd....I don't know. I don't really feel like summarizing my life, as it's pretty much only interesting to myself, and to anyone reading this who would be interested then they should know how to contact me to learn even more. But basically, my life's a busy boat staying afloat, cooking, reading, studying, coughing, procrastinating, and trying to speak Hebrew. Trudging through my overprivlidged education as my interest in anything I signed up to learn pretty much flew out the window. Spending time with really awesome people, living in a great part of the city, and the Phillies made it to the World Series, so really, besides the market and the shiteous nosedive the world seems to be taking, what's there to complain about?
Except for the fact that I have panic attacks whenever I think about what would happen if McCain wins the presidency. But you know, I hear they make medicine for that nowadays. It's called expatriotism.
But first, exciting moments in my life:
-They turned the heat on in my building! A little too late, seeing as seven out of my ten toes already have frostbite and need to be ampuated, but it's the thought that counts. Everytime the radiator hisses and I hear a distant rumbling from the basement I smile, knowing that even when Boston weather throws a daily shitstorm in my face, I have an apartment that feels like the Sahara and will probably stay that way well into the summer, whether I want it to or not.
-Midterms! Oh wait, that's important? You'd think otherwise, as I've opted out of studying or truly caring in favor of listening to obscure Russian music and looking at pictures of kittens. But no, apparently I'm here to like, learn or something. Whatever. Bring on the alcohol. Toodles braincells, it was nice knowing ya.
Aaaaaannnnddddd....I don't know. I don't really feel like summarizing my life, as it's pretty much only interesting to myself, and to anyone reading this who would be interested then they should know how to contact me to learn even more. But basically, my life's a busy boat staying afloat, cooking, reading, studying, coughing, procrastinating, and trying to speak Hebrew. Trudging through my overprivlidged education as my interest in anything I signed up to learn pretty much flew out the window. Spending time with really awesome people, living in a great part of the city, and the Phillies made it to the World Series, so really, besides the market and the shiteous nosedive the world seems to be taking, what's there to complain about?
Except for the fact that I have panic attacks whenever I think about what would happen if McCain wins the presidency. But you know, I hear they make medicine for that nowadays. It's called expatriotism.