Don’t you love the feeling of finishing a book? The frantic race to the final page, the exhilaration… mmmmm.
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You can tell my mood is improving because I thought of TWO TODAY!
I could eat chicken noodle soup for every meal and never get sick of it. Truly.
I just moved into a new place with my friend last night. It’s much more spacious and homey and this time around I get to have a massive bed!
TODAY, I LOVE LIVING IN DORLAND<3
it’s hard to see the things you love, hiding in plain view, among the everyday routine.
today at work i sat with my chin in my hand for a full minute trying to think of what i loved today. nothing came to mind.
but now that i think of it: i love my lovely friends. we had a beautiful weekend together trying to beat the heat with a naked party and a few handles of vodka. for the first time in a while i felt really close to people, and really happy.
so today i love sunshine, vodka, and my strange summer pals <3
who laugh at their own jokes.
I think that’s how you can tell they love what they’re doing.
I haven’t updated in a few dates, but recently I’ve loved
-Garlic! The smell, texture, shape, size, color… they’re beautiful.
-My roommate… for telling it like it is, even if her timing is off, and most of all for listening to me when I was too panicked to confide in anyone.
-Grammar. Holy shit. I have a grammar class this spring and it has been love at first sight. I can see how the teacher would bore, though, and I hope I’m able to maintain focus over the course of the semester.
-Long, lazy sundays.
-Long, lazy mornings in general… I don’t have class until 9:30 this semester! I got up at the same time as usual today and went for a run, which I had been planning on doing for weeks but somehow never found the energy early-morning. I feel great and I can see this becoming a daily routine :)
That’s all (for now) folks. Love love love!
These people have been my surrogate parents ever since I came to college; the print shop that brought us together, my second home. Today is my last working here after a year and a half of bleary-eyed early mornings and caffeine-starved afternoons. Thinking about all they’ve done for me, all they’ve put up with, all their patience, nearly brings me to tears. What’s worse is thinking about how much I’ve taken them for granted.
The big man, Bob, went out and bought doughnuts for me this morning. To celebrate getting rid of me, he joked.
A few nights back, my roommate and I trudged up to a great sledding hill on the other side of campus. The wind was harsh, but it blew beautiful rivulets into the untouched snow. The vast pattern shimmered and undulated in the moonlight. Gorgeous.
The climb was hard. Once we reached the hilltop, in the safe embrace of a skeletal tree canopy, we both collapsed in the snow, heaving deep, frost-bitten breaths. Little lights from houses and cars dotted the snowy mountains in any direction we looked. Gorgeous.
Snow. I never appreciated it much before, mostly paid attention to the nuisances it causes—traffic, slushy shoes, the like. Now I wish I had more time to make memories in the snow before the sun beats it back for another year…