mousse:

last night i had a dream that i was squirting hair mousse into my mouth & eating it as if it were reddi-wip. i was just reminded of this when i sat down at my desk (to begin all of the essays that are due tomorrow) & saw my hairspray on the corner. now i can't stop gagging & thinking about eating hair mousse. yuck. this is really going to hinder my writing.

march already?:

i guess it is!

this weekend was bradley's 21st birthday weekend. he went out sober at midnight & came home pretty wasted a few hours later, which was funny. this weekend was also two art museum visits, beer-drinking con mis padres, & explosions in the sky on campus, which was amazing.

this week is hectic: meetings, an essay test, two 10-page papers, a research paper outline, a sister-visit, & four tet. next week is spring break, which is much-needed.

so i just fixed myself a cup of boh tea that i bought last summer in malaysia. i don't know that it really tastes much different from the plain old bigelow tea that i had with my breakfast this morning, but it brings back memories of sitting at the tea plantation café, people-watching, enjoying the tea & the moment & my life. it makes me feel very nostalgic. i want to go back. i guess that's what nostalgia is.

on running/illness:

i love to run. it makes me feel very healthy & very satisfied. sometimes it is fun to do, especially when the weather is nice. although i haven't attempted to run very long distances as of yet, my ultimate goal is to be able to run a half marathon. some people are funny runners. i like to snicker at them a little bit, but then i think twice & realize that i probably look equally ridiculous, if not more so. i stop snickering.

i hate to be sick. i have been sick for practically two weeks with at least three separate illnesses. being sick makes me feel helpless (because i cannot do some things for myself), guilty (because i could potentially infect my roommates, boyfriend, classmates, or basically anyone whom i come in contact with, & also because i have to cancel plans), & lame (um, because i am fatigued & i go to bed ridiculously early every night, & also because my voice is gone & i sound like a monster).

hopefully the running that i have been doing daily will cancel out the sickness that i have contracted. like an equation that looks like this: (sickness)/(running) x (running)/(sickness) = 0

juice should factor into there somewhere, but i'm not a math major (& i haven't taken a class in years & years), so i don't know just how. whatever. anyway. i'm going now.

salida del sol:

on monday i watched the sun rise in my rearview mirror. a sunrise is a beautiful phenomenon that i don't see nearly enough.

on tuesday i skipped all of my classes & instead spent the day hooked up to an iv at the university urgent care facility.

on wednesday i slept. a lot.

& on thursday i took a two-hour nap & purchased netflix, two things which i may or may not later regret.

snow:

it has been snowing outside all afternoon. i have stayed inside in my bed, listening to the flakes fall on the tree outside my window, on the sidewalk, on the windowsill, watching it collect on the cars, on the driveway, on the flower beds, but not on the grass.

i have also been reading & crying all afternoon; i just finished 'extremely loud & incredibly close' by jonathan safran foer. it was absolutely amazing & touching & well written. a true & complete work of art. books like this make me want to be a writer. i know that it will never happen, because i lack the talent & the confidence in myself, but it is a nice thing to think about sometimes.

arctic blast:

it is sooo cold in here! my fingers! my toes! i can't get warm!

home-body:

the holidays have been great. every time i get ready to come back home*, i am a bit apprehensive. not to sound snobbish, but i usually consider sour lake/beaumont to be sort of depressing. thankfully, my amazing, hilarious, ridiculous parents & sisters more than make up for the deficiencies of the location. so, when my family is able to briefly refrain from farting or yelling or making lude & politically incorrect remarks, i really enjoy spending time with them. i will be sad to leave.



*i refer to both sour lake & austin as "home." in this instance i am referring to sour lake. i have not quite made up my mind which home is real & which is a pseudo-home. i am not even sure that this is a decision which must be made.

aah:

i don't like waiting until the last minute! why do i do this to myself? it seems as if time moves doubly fast when i need just a little bit more of it.

i saw joanna newsom last night at the parish. she was so wonderful & so beautiful with her big harp & her tiny voice; it made me want to cry & laugh & sleep & dance all at the same time.

love/hate:

most of the time rosie, our dog, & ollie, our cat, pretend like they hate each other. they are constantly bickering, they purposefully eat one another's food, ollie tries to claw rosie when she walks past & to pounce on her when she uses the restroom, rosie ignores ollie's existence. but then, every once in a while, i catch them doing something like this, which alters my whole perspective:


ollie touching rosie's ass with both paws? & rosie allowing it to happen? i think that something is up. a little cat/dog love/hate romance, perhaps.

on modernity:

i have recently come to strongly dislike the word "modernity." why? because two of my professors this semester have used the word countless times in lecture, a situation which would not be bad in itself if it were not for their terrible pronunciation of the word: "mow-dare-nity" (with unusually strong emphasis on the dare) rather than "mo-dur-nity." this slight difference may not be discernable to some ears, but i actually cringe every time i hear the word come up in lecture.

in other news, anna had her wisdom teeth removed this morning & the medication has affected her hilariously. also, i have successfully wasted three hours of my day doing i-don't-even-know-what.