The sky was sublime. Early evening, with the makings of a storm floating in the clouds, glowing brightly purple and pink. Fireflies illuminating the grass, yellow, green.
It felt surreal.
It felt surreal.
music: Feist
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she showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?
11 August 2009 @ 05:32 pm
I feel almost guilty updating. I've realized recently that most events in my life are either boring as heck or fairly unrelatable, but what can you do, I guess.
Things that seem noteworthy:
1. I saw nearly all of my high school friends today, which was really, really wonderful. It's been hard, not seeing anyone, but I feel really anxious when I try to write people letters or call them on the phone, so I'm stuck in this weird paradox most of the time.
2. My gmail keeps saying that I have a ton of unread emails. When I logged in a while ago, I had 28. Now, I evidently have 47 and counting, but I can't actually see any of them in my inbox, so I have no idea where they are. I don't know where they could possibly be fetching from, or where they're hiding out. Right now, I really wish I were more technologically advanced.
3. I'm kind of dreading returning to Swarthmore. I feel really insignificant to people there, and I don't really want to confont all these feelings that have been building in me. I just feel like I could fall off the face of the earth, and it wouldn't make the slightest difference. It's probably a common feeling, but it feels terribly personal, regardless.
4. I'm listening to indie Christmas music, and it's strangely comforting, kind of like being warmed by a fire.
5. It's Tuesday now, and I haven't actually slept since Thursday night. Human bodies do crazy things, sometimes.
Things that seem noteworthy:
1. I saw nearly all of my high school friends today, which was really, really wonderful. It's been hard, not seeing anyone, but I feel really anxious when I try to write people letters or call them on the phone, so I'm stuck in this weird paradox most of the time.
2. My gmail keeps saying that I have a ton of unread emails. When I logged in a while ago, I had 28. Now, I evidently have 47 and counting, but I can't actually see any of them in my inbox, so I have no idea where they are. I don't know where they could possibly be fetching from, or where they're hiding out. Right now, I really wish I were more technologically advanced.
3. I'm kind of dreading returning to Swarthmore. I feel really insignificant to people there, and I don't really want to confont all these feelings that have been building in me. I just feel like I could fall off the face of the earth, and it wouldn't make the slightest difference. It's probably a common feeling, but it feels terribly personal, regardless.
4. I'm listening to indie Christmas music, and it's strangely comforting, kind of like being warmed by a fire.
5. It's Tuesday now, and I haven't actually slept since Thursday night. Human bodies do crazy things, sometimes.
10 August 2009 @ 09:52 am
GREAT TRAGEDY HAS STRUCK MY LIFE. I can't find my "this is what a feminist looks like" pin. It's got to be hiding somewhere, little fucker.
mood: irrationally pissed
09 August 2009 @ 04:01 pm
1. cold shower please
2. strangely ready for school but not to fix the hole in my schedule
3. still love online shopping when's my stuff coming
4. what I really need are curtains
5. whoever invented not being able to sleep was dumb
6. going to DC going to DC donig ot GC goijdlgkdjasg
2. strangely ready for school but not to fix the hole in my schedule
3. still love online shopping when's my stuff coming
4. what I really need are curtains
5. whoever invented not being able to sleep was dumb
6. going to DC going to DC donig ot GC goijdlgkdjasg
08 August 2009 @ 10:06 am
Dear Stomach,
I know we've had our disagreements in the past. I'm sorry for that time in third grade I decided I wanted to eat a pizza. Also for that time in fifth grade when I had an obsession with orange juice. But you really have to stop. This can't go on. Please stop hurting so horribly, horribly badly. I'm not saying this to cause you harm, but you must know. This relationship is causing me more pain than pleasure, and if things don't start to look up I'm out.
In all seriousness,
Meg
I know we've had our disagreements in the past. I'm sorry for that time in third grade I decided I wanted to eat a pizza. Also for that time in fifth grade when I had an obsession with orange juice. But you really have to stop. This can't go on. Please stop hurting so horribly, horribly badly. I'm not saying this to cause you harm, but you must know. This relationship is causing me more pain than pleasure, and if things don't start to look up I'm out.
In all seriousness,
Meg