Historically, I have always resented neighbors who play their music loudly enough that I can hear it through the floor. But how can I be mad at a neighbor who seems to have the exact same taste in music as me? A neighbor who has an uncanny ability to play songs that suit my mood perfectly? I am actually kind of thrilled at my neighbor’s rudeness.
My roommates are less amused.
dream lover come rescue me
I wonder what the kids who take the practice tests I write would think if they knew how many of the questions were written as I listened to/sang along with Mariah Carey’s greatest hits?
now you know
My roommate went on a two week vacation to Columbia and told me to please eat the fresh herbs she keeps in the refrigerator so they don’t go bad.
Suddenly, it seems that all the food I prepare is gourmet quality.
Did you know that tuna salad, just like everything else, is better with freshly chopped thyme and tarragon? Did you know that fresh herbs can give you the (false) notion that you live a life of luxury, if only for a little while? My life is better today because of tarragon. My life is better because of thyme. My kitchen smells like Gordon Ramsay could walk in and berate me at any moment.
i don't even
know how to
I have been in class and in meetings on campus since 2pm and I am working until 2am
even when a long day is full of relatively pleasant experiences it can still be too much
I don’t want to get up in the morning and do more things
but at least I have an orange coat
this is actually a very long and non-traditional haiku
something about the changing of the seasons
apartment are you reading this?
I can never sleep when there are heavy winds. It sounds like the world is ending. My apartment is so old. Please don’t fall down on me, apartment.
this has been a post
I have not been here for awhile. I’ve been roaming around the midwest for my winter break, and it’s been wonderful. Perrin made me a comic book for Christmas! And I got a 50mm lens that I can’t stop playing with.
Also, I finally read The Hunger Games and I feel almost the same way toward it as I do Gossip Girl. Both are addictive and I find the worlds intriguing, but the writing can annoy me at times. This is either the best or the worst comparison I have ever made.
I’m in Chicago right now and it’s so cold that I’m wearing two pairs of sweatpants to stay cozy. This post answers all of the questions you never asked. I made black bean soup tonight. My hair is really long.
And oh, I guess it’s a new year now. 2012 has been very dear to me. 2013 will too, I hope. Goodbye.