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the idealist, enlightened
I never post in here anymore, unless I want to write about gooey touchy feely stuff. I can't say I'm going to break that chain with this post, but whatever. I do what I want, I do what I want.
I've been doing a lot of soul-searching lately since I'm coming up on senior year and I've been recovering from a particularly difficult semester (made ( Read more... ) -
updatey mcupdaterson
I'm currently in a state of flux, trying to figure out how to deal with my new schedule and whatnot, which really lends itself to me breaking down and freaking out over various things. I don't think it's cliche of me to say that I feel like the luckiest person ever, though, because it's true. I feel truly blessed by the relationships I have and the ( Read more... ) -
but I just had to look, having read the book
I've been gone a long time, mostly because I've been learning. This is not really an excuse, but more of an explanation. For me, I sometimes find it very easy to learn, but difficult to actually stop and assess what I've learned. It seems that right now I'm in the midst of some really important lessons, and I'm trying to appreciate them, however ( Read more... ) -
foreign affairs
Despite all of my summer-related angst, I forgot to put my summer plans up here. (Not that it matters, or anything, but really, I just feel like things are official when I post them on the internet.) After being rejected by every last internship (and then some), I decided to go to Ecuador to volunteer. I will be in Quito from June 21 to August 6. ( Read more... ) -
lah de dah, lah de dah
So. Sophomore year is over, and with it half of my time at Brown. FSDAKHKFHHH. Actually, that in itself doesn't bother me so much; I feel like I've really learned a lot and made the most of my time thus far in college. Right now, though, I'm dealing with the bittersweetness of being done, the frustration of missing commencement and time with ( Read more... ) -
While the Music Lasts
Days lengthen, hems shorten and I
am overcome by midnight white blossoms
and the quiet spirit of radio waves.
Twenty five million souls march pass
as I watch ice melt around desire
and tea leaves. A time to stretch, perhaps;
a time to recoil under blankets and pollen,
befriend strangers in th earliest hours
of the morning.
Ten numbers recur, ( Read more... ) -
it's not up to you
I'm in the Sci Li on the 7th floor, attempting to write about John Eliot's efforts to convert the Natick Indians. While this is actually a subject that interests me, I keep finding myself on the Mucinex website ("you'll be showing Mr. Mucus the door in no time!") and obsessively stalking Facebook in order to stave off the feeling that I am in a bad ( Read more... ) -
updatey mcupdaterson
La la la. I have a fifteen to twenty page research paper due next Monday, of which i have two pages written. This may not sound like a big deal, but when you consider that I have a test in Spanish on something I haven't been paying attention to for the past two weeks, plus a CNF draft, plus hundreds of pages of reading, I might as well chain myself ( Read more... ) -
when the earth is mud
I put my winter coat away yesterday, after we had poetry class outside. The day grew chillier as the sun set, but it was worth it to see the light change, to see both faces and blades of grass suddenly set aflame in the waning light ( Read more... ) -
la la la yay academia
This exists mostly for me, so no need to post pity comments. I got myself into a right good spot; this is what happens when you take 5 classes and watch America's Next Top Model on Youtube over break instead of working on the CNF piece you're technically excited about ( Read more... )