Who, me? Oh, I'm doing just fine.

LET'S GET WEIRD

me: hahaha

yeah

i saw it

and decided that the closest thing i had to it was chocolate chips straight out of the bag

so that's what i've been eating

Arvind: hahaha

right before you sent this

i got a spoonful of peanut butter

me: i think i'm the saddest looking human being on the planet right now

Arvind: and covered it in chocolate syrup

me: HAHAHAHA

YOU WIN

Oh God I am so tired.

Basically I was in that state in which a man realizes that everything he sees will outlast him. As a verbal construction I know that's a cliche. As a state in which to actually be, though, it's something else, believe me.

--David Foster Wallace, Good Old Neon

The problem with getting eleven hours of sleep is that your body has a hard time forgetting how lovely it feels to be well-rested and wants to recreate the feeling nightly.

I truly do dislike every single thing about winter.

HEREZ DA CAWFY!

Here is something that I really like: falling asleep on Brady's and Martin's couch then waking up covered in two blankets with a pillow under my head to see this:

WITH TIRED EYES, TIRED MINDS, TIRED SOULS

Yesterday was long and "important."

So to celebrate when it was all over, I reneged on every plan I had made and slept for twelve hours to make the headache go away.

SHADOWS GATHERED LIKE BATS IN THE STEEP HOLLOWS NEAR HER COLLARBONES

I made a bread pudding, but we had cooked too much food (what a mistake to make! We are lucky to have such luxuries) so now it is in the fridge waiting for our spoons-of-tomorrow.

On the subject of mistakes, it is--for some reason--making me sad that I have to get rid of all of these silly, superficial text messages on my old phone. And because I am feeling melancholy and perhaps a bit spiteful, I would just like to say: when you said "you remind me of bread pudding" it meant nothing then and even less now.

Wine, pomegranate, and a jigsaw puzzle, but I cannot keep staying awake until six or seven in the morning.

I HAVE TIME FOR THIS NOW

You see, I’m in the middle of a great experiment. I’ve tried it on a guinea-pig and it seemed to work. But then a guinea-pig can’t tell you anything. And you can’t explain to it how to come back.

--C. S. Lewis, The Magician's Nephew

Yesterday Colin and I walked all over Philadelphia (eight miles in total!) and it was nice to show off what little I know about a pretty neat city. Mostly, though, it was wonderful to spend a couple days with Colin, talking and talking and talking.

Today we took the kids to NYC for the Museum of Natural History and it was sooooo coooooool. Everyone wished we'd had more time there but I think the kids still got a lot out of it (I overheard Sambriya whispering to her friends, "did you know we used to be monkeys?! Isn't that weird??" and when they were quizzed about climate change on the bus ride home it seemed they'd retained a surprising amount of information). Jared, one of the kids they've been having "attitude" problems with, is for some inexplicable reason a big fan of me so we spent most of the day walking through the exhibits together. Witnessing how the camp is run has been in turns frustrating and rewarding; there are some moments where it seems like the kids really get it, and others where it just seems like we're doing everything wrong.

Since we got back from NYC a little late, I decided to walk from the train station to my aunt and uncle's. Over five miles of walking today means I've had lots of time to think about where I am in my life and where I'd like to be in the near future. I am very aware of the things in my life that make me happy and the things that don't, and for once I seem to be able to prioritize those things accordingly.

I am way too tired to be coherent about this weekend, so in the meantime:

[via Flickr]

Oooof!

No one seems to be doing anything today, but yesterday I helped kids transfer (gently, delicately) twelve painted lady chrysalises to a sanctuary as they marveled at the faint outline of wings being formed.

HEH

Maturity: does it even exist? Discuss.

I've accumulated a good amount of stuff in my tiny room over the past two years.

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The nice thing about saying "I've been studying ecology for the past twelve hours" is that I will most likely never have an opportunity to say it again in my life.

This summer I'm going to be interning at the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia.


Good god my vision is so swimmy.

SAM IS A DUMDUM PART I

This morning I accidentally took NyQuil instead of DayQuil and now I'm skipping class to take a nap.

Yesterday I watched an absurdly large hawk stun itself on the glass walls of the Wexner Center bus stop.


Bad omens, unsettling dreams. I've been sleeping on the wrong side of the bed.