My parents asked me to figure out my life after graduation, so I looked up "Journalism school" on Wikipedia.

It is amazing the enourmous pressure that can be placed on an individual trying to write a livejournal entry when they are paying for internet by the minute, so I will be brief.

I am in India. It is hot, so hot I have been entirely drenched in my own sweat on multiple occasions. It is also dusty, so dusty I have stepped into a cloud of dust created ( Read more... )

23 May 2007

“Everything is backwards here,” remarks Pareena on our first day in Delhi. Of course, she was only referring to the light switches.

The first day was not quite overwhelming but still stimulating to the point that we had a rest period at midday a la summer camp. The physical discomfort of the heat is not so great as I expected but I ( Read more... )

I ate some delicious brats today.

Also featured in today's activities:
Half-price food: aged cheddar from the co-op and fried ravioli from the Italian restaurant
Sunshine!
Lots of hugs from Aaron
Lots of walking in various footwear, the best being none at all.

Snippets of thought I am writing down for the second time:

These days, the first of summer
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I haven't had internet at my house for almost a week now. It is an unpleasant experience. Sometimes, I open up Word just for something to look at ( Read more... )

The University Register's 4-Day Forecast:

Friday : Not Spring
Saturday: Not Spring
Sunday: Stuff Melting
Monday: Almost Nice

Now that's what I call accuracy in reporting.

Hello Mr. Cancer...

The Mutant Variety Show on Thursday was exactly the kind of make your own fun that makes Morris the place where I can feel I belong. Yet amidst the public displays of zaniness, jigs, over-sized pink blazers, and Twig (Webster) in moonlight, Nic's composition about his father's throat cancer was resonant as the evenings somber ( Read more... )

I spent most of my day buried underneath my covers holding my lower abdomen and periodically cracking my knees. I'm pretty sure I have muttered the phrase "Oh, my aching joints" to myself multiple times today.

After moving to the couch, I watched "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch," "Gilmore Girls," "Seventh Heaven," and "Smallville." I learned a lot of ( Read more... )

The other day while I was walking home without a coat, holding my head very straight so that my headphones would stay in my ears so that I could continue beginning to understand why the Beatles were more popular than Christ (but still not why the Norton editors felt the need to footnote who, exactly, the Beatles were), I saw the city attorney ride ( Read more... )