March 2012
Writing.
I am someone who believes, strongly, in the power of words - strung together in sentences, strung together to bring across meaning. And when my words fail to serve me, when my tongue is twisted, my phrasing twisted, I am left frustrated - but what is worse, is when there are things to be said, things to be discovered, and I cannot discover them - when I am left feeling vapid, trite, lacking, and...
February 2012
Happiness.
Sitting in a silent, beautiful, reading room, watching the snow fall steadily, coating the campus in white. Looking up at the eggshell blue panels and the shields carved on the grates. I don’t need Lady Gaga and Oprah to remind me how wonderfully blessed I am, to call this campus home.
The past few days have been a flurry of sleeplessness and pride - proud of my (blood) sister for getting...
At wits end.
Ten more days to go, you can do it.
I am grateful for.
Crema grilled cheese, macaron, and english muffin for snack during class on Tuesday. Parmesan Goldfish for my PAF meeting on Wednesday. Beautiful Ad Rem Tulips randomly in class and Harvard Thinks Big on Thursday. A beautiful vase I hopefully will manage not to misplace on Friday. A Raspberry Chocolate Sweet cupcake and Din & Tonics concert on Saturday.
Is it Christmas? Or am I just the...
20 Common Grammar Mistakes That (Almost) Everyone... →
I still remember my English teacher’s pet peeves: the use of “unique”, the misuse of “nauseous”, and fewer vs. less.
And so it begins.
It’s going to be amazing.
“So often, I feel saddest when I’m happy, because I’m thinking about how that...”
– Lingbo Li
squishable | they're giant round fuzzy stuffed... →
Thanks to a comper for this new discovery. It’s a pity they don’t have an elephant :(
But the hedgehog is a close second.
Nerd Valentine →
That feeling of exhausted emptiness, when you’re high on adrenaline and you can’t imagine its over, when the clapping and bright lights, the smiles and handshakes finish and you’re exiting a building you’ll never again enter - it all feels like a dream, a sprint, a crazy production where everything was thrown aside for the birth of this project, each frame, each tenth of a...
“Why do people do it? It’s like trying to fuck a dog. There’s no...”
– In reference to Americans speaking French. Courtesy of my lovely french roommate.
