Stuff I'm going to be learning about in the fall

World History since the 1500s
Advanced Spanish and Grammar
Comprehensive Musicianship (how to do fancy shit on a keyboard)
Archaeology
Biological Anthropology
Piano, in general
How to Deal with 17 credits, piano lessons, my own kitchen, a job, and an internship

(only writing this because this will be the only time I will get the opportunity to brag/complain without people telling me to get over myself. JUDGE ME NOT INTERWEBS)

sede por viagens

Beyond the East, the sunrise,
Beyond the West, the sea,
And East and West the wanderthirst
Will not let me be.
-Gerald Gould

fuck this fucking paper

texts from last night to my boyfriend

1. Ughh i cant do this. im too tireddd i only wrote a page.

2. and im so sleepy

3. im stuck on writing this paper and i just dont wanna. im so tired i wanna shoot this paper in the face

4. akdjfaoi im going to bed

5. my right arm feels tingly. i have leprosy. bed time. 

and then I died of leprosy. 

kay bye

downside: dishes to wash

I tend to go through phases with my food, phases that I don't really notice because at home there's so much food I can just pick and choose what I want, and the INGREDIENTS! THE SPICES! Now that I'm in college, however, and have limited funds (read: I'm broke), I totally notice these stupid phases I go through. A couple of months ago, I was making pasta for myself a good three or four times a week. That stopped quickly, though, as I realized the hassle of washing pots and the time it took to walk up and down the flight of stairs to the kitchen pretty much killed my hunger, and my time.

FINALLY, after only eating weird boring cafeteria food, I'm all about MINI PIZZAS, DINOSAUR EGG OATMEAL, AND AVOCADOS (on everything)

It's awesome because I can make these mini-pizzas in the microwave, which means I don't even have to get off of the floor at 2 AM when I am crying about the paper that was due at midnight!
Umm...hypothetically, of course...

RECIPE FOR TASTY DISASTER:
Tomatoes (I find cherry works best, I slice them in thirds and they occupy just the right amount of space)
Salt (garlic salt, if you want to be awesome)
Fancy Bread (basically Italian or French bread...I call it fancy bread because sliced lame bread is affordable. Fancy.)
Mozzarella Cheese (again, can vary with your budget...I've tried both string cheese and fresh cheese, and I don't have to tell you which kind I prefer)

HEAT IN MICROWAVE TIL CHEESE IS ALL MELTY, ENJOY WITH SATISFIED GRIN

When handy, I like to add:
Parmesan
Basil
Olive Oil
Garlic

ok that was really basic and I know everyone knows how to make mini pizzas, but it's all I've been eating for the past week so it's all I have to say

On to Paradiso...

I have been plagued with assignments. Papers and projects and trying to finish the entire Divine Comedy in less than a month. Three more weeks and I'm done with my freshman year. You would think that writing here would be a nice escape but I sort of forced myself to write a blog post. I don't have anything interesting to say about my life. Last week a form of senior-itis hit me HARD. I was so unmotivated in a very hectic week. Luckily I just snapped out of it yesterday. This is good because not only is this the final push before finals but I'm not in free public high school anymore. I'm at one of the most goddam expensive institutions in the country and it's time to start working like I'm paying for it.

Hooray education.

On a side note: I just reached for my Halls Defense Vitamin C supplement drops and pulled out the final four. They're all yellow. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since I've been avoiding the yellow ones.

It's sort of spring outside. It looks sunny and warm but there is a perpetual icy wind to remind me of where I am.

Oh and it's earth week here. I'm not a green freak or anything but I figured it doesn't hurt to be responsible. I actually recycled my newspaper today (oh, did I mention I read the Wall Street Journal? oh those University students...) and sometimes think about the consequences of eating meat right before I gorge myself with dining hall chicken. My biodiversity professor has a blog about being green and I'm secretly obsessed with his super nerdy antics. Sheesh he's dry in class but strangely quirky on the internet (I guess I am too...)

oh and this might not be news to anybody but me but my new favorite blog: http://yearofgiving.wordpress.com/
is super awesome and good feeling. So enjoy.

Peace. Thanks for reading all this.

well-deserved

To follow up on Mallory's post about proper pronunciation of famous author's names, I decided, like a pretentious brat, to trick my rather literate boyfriend by asking, "who wrote Walden?" When he answered, "the-ROW," I made a big fuss over the correct pronunciation, THOrow, hoping to astound and impress him with my new knowledge.
I got an eyeroll for my efforts.

you're the apple of my eye

Although this post is a little late, spring in DC has never been more welcome:

(Above photograph taken by roommate Emily Russel)

I've formally adopted this little plant here and I live in perpetual fear of drowning it. It's nice to have something living in the room besides me. It's a shitty out-of-focus image, and I don't have the patience to fix it.

The farmers market has opened up a block down from my class, so it's become my new routine to stop by and sample one of the dozens of dips (spinach pesto, black bean, pineapple, red pepper hummus), some of the gelato, maybe a slice of rosemary garlic bread, and the apples, the apples! For real, all my life I've only had red delicious, and after trying some of these weirdly named farm apples those old red delicious just taste like plastic to me. Not even kidding, this scene goes through my mind with every single bite:

Last of all, some quotes:

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. 

Christopher Morley, John Mistletoe

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. 

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

It's spring fever.  That is what the name of it is.  And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

Mark Twain

Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment.

Ellis Peters

There. My tribute is done. Now to play outside stare longingly out my window as I write another paper.

How to be even more pretentious than you actually are...

Pretentious literary douche-bag's argument: BUT IT'S CORRECT!
got this from here: http://distorte.tumblr.com/post/503465559/meghan-just-bookmarked-this-away-on-our-secret


sshit, I've been doing this all wrong...