February 2012
17 posts
Poetry
So today in English, my teacher asked if anyone liked poetry, and I was one of the only two people who raised a hand in response, so he asked me to name a poet I like, and I was like “Um…I like Emily Dickinson” I guess because I used one of her poems for something in my creative writing class a week or so ago and it was the most recent poem in my mind… But seriously? ...
Eh.
Today was pretty good, until it wasn’t anymore. Ah, well.
I’m already ready for this week to be OVER. And it’s only Tuesday.
I don’t feel like thinking of anything interesting to say.
I think I’ll go cook some tofu.
Here’s a crappy picture of a not-terrific thing I drew.
Listening to Zoe Boekbinder to try to get into a better mood.
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Guh.
I got most of my freaking homework done before supper, which is a monumental achievement. Then I was journaling for around an hour. (It’s not that I really wrote that much. It just took a while because I’m not used to that sort of thing, I think.) I am in LOVE with my fountain pen, let me tell you. Oh my goodness.
So now I guess I have to study for things. Then I get to go to...
Sunday
I’m not exactly dreading the return to school tomorrow. Mostly I’m just a bit bummed about no longer being able to sleep through the whole morning, but I’ll live.
I had an epic tofu stir-fry for dinner. Here is a crappy picture.
While it was cooking, I was all “FOOD…is SO DELICIOUS.” I get like that sometimes when I know I’m going to get to eat...
I've been thinking about a lot of things.
How time drags, then leaps, then creeps, then flashes by. On holidays, or just on days at certain times of the year that have a familiar feeling, I think of how much has happened in the past year. What’s changed, what’s stayed the same.
How I want to find someone I love and just travel aimlessly with him or her. We could take nothing with us and ride on trains to places we’ve...
Potentially symbolic
I was in what I’m pretty sure was my ~first~ car accident today. And it wasn’t technically mine, since it wasn’t my car and I wasn’t driving, but I was present. So.
It was a remarkably not-terrifying experience for me. I think part of my brain was waiting for a spectacular crashing sound, but none came. Only one corner of the front of the car seemed to suffer, which I...
Blech.
I went to Meg’s house, and we went and looked at graves again. It’s kind of nice, walking through a cemetery. It just feels very separate from the rest of the world.
Cemeteries are a little weird, I think. I mean, it’s just a whole lot of land used up to keep dead people in fancy boxes underground. Shouldn’t bodies be allowed to decay normally? Isn’t that how...
'Tis Wednesday.
Hello, hello, hello.
I spent several hours at Meg’s house today, so that kept me from watching crappy shows all day and having my brain rot. We went for a walk in the cemetery and looked at baby graves. There was a very new looking grave, and it was kind of spooky. Like, there was this rectangle of dirt with a sort of trench around it. We looked at it for a while.
Then Regis came over,...
My cat is snoring.
I’ve spent my day being a bit of a loser. I’ve been watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager and Say Yes to the Dress while eating doughnuts and hummus and chips and cereal…
Hooray for crappy shows available on demand.
I’m attempting to make plans with people to keep the rest of my week from being similar to today. Guh.
I have a lot of cleaning to do. Have I...
Doughnuts
I’ve been eating these pumpkin doughnut holes my mother made. They’re kind of delicious. She also made plain doughnuts/doughnut holes, but they just aren’t as good. And they’re uglier than the pumpkin doughnut holes. So.
I thought you’d like a crappy picture.
Now we’re watching Worst Cooks in America. It’s pretty much the greatest. ...
F.L.A.G.
(Many, many crappy pictures. I apologize if you dislike crappy pictures.)
I went to the EA concert at Royale, which is a nightclub in Boston. It was pretty snazzy. They had chandeliers and fancy things. Casey and Mummy and I got to go in the sketchy back-way because Mummy uses a cane and needed the elevator. But we had to wait a little bit first, and we admired the outfits (boots, mostly)...
Adventuring.
I went on an adventure today, as you may know if you stalk my Twitter.
It was a good day. I don’t particularly want to elaborate on it, because I’m kind of tired and also because it’s difficult to describe it just right. But it was full of the kinds of things that might happen in a cleverly-written book.
And I love that. You get to spend time as a different person, almost. ...
Watching M*A*S*H
Goodness, I love me some Alan Alda.
I have his memoirs in my massive collection of unread books. I think I’m going to try to read a lot over break. I don’t have much schoolwork, and I don’t think I’m going to be particularly busy besides the Emilie Autumn concert at Royale on Sunday night.
Also, I have some fancy pants. They are the most expensive pants I own. Most...
Dinnerthing
Tonight was the fencing team potluck. We ate things, awards were distributed, and speeches were given. I gave a brief speech about my dear, beloved Regis, who will be graduating this spring. I’m dreadful at public speaking, and I was not particularly excited when I was informed that I would be giving the first speech. So I was all slumpy and blah with terrible posture, which is kind of...
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Tiredness (and a near-death experience)
I am Very Tired today. I always seem to get more exhausted when I’m not doing anything. I’m kind of sick of people, and my parents are always shouting, and it’s just lame to be at my house…
I miss fencing already. T_T
It is time for a tale of stupidity!
Today, I was eating an orange, and I was partway through eating a somewhat large segment, and I, being a genius,...
Today is Tuesday.
The final fencing practice of the season was this afternoon. Sadness. The season went by so fast! It feels really weird that it’s already over. I’ll have a lot of extra time to creatively procrastinate during the week now…
Happy Saint Valentine’s Day. I considered writing a very polished post about what I think of Saint Valentine’s Day, but I decided against it...
Hello.
I’m dipping my toes into the polluted waters of Tumblr. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet, but I suppose we’ll see how it goes.
