Worcester for spring break.

It's been nice.

I'm ready to go back.

In the single bedroom for the first time since I moved to college. It's nice. I've always been a person who needs his space to be just so, but the prerequisite to that statement is in fact having space in the first place. Not that this year's earlier setup was particularly bad at all. In fact, I rather enjoyed it, but the things I miss about it ( Read more... )

This is mostly for me. Got nothing to say except to continue the strand of impressions marked like miles over my consciousness. Been reading V. Woolf much? Yeah, much ( Read more... )

It's been a fast summer, and I'm just 39 hours away from being done with the work aspect... more or less. I've moved around a lot, both in residence and in revelry. I can't really remember most of it, since most of it was just a mess of words and plastic cups. But I will remember that I was very happy, always exhausted, and always full of energy ( Read more... )

This summer's been awwweeesooommmee, I've learned so muuuuuchhhhh i've been so haaaaappppyyyyy i've met great peeeeeoooooppppplelllleleeee.

Why is it almost ovvverrrrrr?

Cally soon, though!

So it's pretty darn late and I just can't fall asleep. It's my own fault, really. I got back from Worcester with the bright idea of getting ahead on some work, so I downed 3 cups of coffee around 8 30pm so that I could fly through some paper edits, get to the office around 10 or 11 and then start massiving until 2 or so. Well, like usual, I ( Read more... )

Oh my god, summer, don't slow down now. You are tearing me to pieces, and I can only ask for more. I want to ride around inside of you forever and swallow every mosquito you've got to offer. There's some sort of space between insanity and true love, but I'm not sure I'll ever wake up enough to know the difference. You've beaten me to a pulp and ( Read more... )

everybody has the same harvard yale pictures. Blockmates and friends, lined up, solo cup (or two) in hand. Everyone is wearing their super awesome Coop-purchased crimson sweatshirts that come out of the closet just once a year, and everyone pretends to love Harvard for just one weekend. I never thought of this until now, because I have been too ( Read more... )

I wish a tornado would come and carry me
far away

Here I am, sitting in Harvard Hall in my second to last MR-Slavery in Western Political Thought lecture, and I can think of nothing better to do than to write a livejournal post - like in the old days. It's not as if I ever pay attention in this class; I'm not sure why I even bother going. I suppose it could have something to do with me also not ( Read more... )