As soon as the idea of the Flood had subsided, a hare paused among the sainfoins and the swaying bellflowers, and said his prayer to the rainbow through the spider's web ( Read more... )

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Fuckitall. I'm going to bed. Now. Mmmmm, bed.

Bitch bitch bitch whine moan groan growl hiss ( Read more... )

Whew. Mid-terms are over. It's strange - I only had three mid-terms, but somehow that managed to throw three weeks of my life into complete chaos and hellishness. I think it's just that my normal schedule keeps me so close to the brink of chaos that when anything at all gets added, I fall off the edge. Now I'm done, and I cleaned my room and made ( Read more... )

Yay for Eric and Mariah visiting me. Boo hiss for the overwhelming death and destruction that will characterize my life for the next few days.

Right now I'm in the heady phase of an all-nighter: I know I'm going to be up all night, so somehow being cheerful and stopping work to eat ramen, chat with Diana and Jason, and update lj seems like the best approach to life.

As we near the close of one of the more stressful weeks of my life (in my opinion, mid-terms should not be occuring this far away from the middle of the term), I take this opportunity to show off my awesome room. It's not all up to window-seat standards, but pretty awesome none-the-less. Please excuse my crappy photography skills.

( My room. )

...in me like nausea, like the beginning of wanting to vomit, but spiritually..."
--Ferdinand Pessoa--

Anyway. Major procrastination. ( Here's my loverly winder seat )

Branford courtyard + 3am + pouring rain + barefoot + football + awesome senior guys = excellent college-ness ( Read more... )