Homework is so much harder to force myself to do when I'm not in the library. Never mind that I am a perfectionist over achiever with two theses to write... at home, these small details simply blur away, as though they are distant realities that i cannot seem to force myself to even pretend to pay attention to. There are mud puddles to jump in, old ( Read more... )

Happy Thanksiving! Llueve y muy ventoso. Perderemos la electricidad y entonces yo no podré hacer alimento. Tristeza. Espero que la electricidad vuelva muy pronto porque adoro comer. BUENO. Debo ir a mirar la exposición canina ahora, porque mi hermana está loca. Adios amigos, coma hasta que usted se caiga y tenga un día bueno.

Whitman is so fucking quaint this time of year... the falling leaves, the parents walking around with their kids... the IM football teams playing loudly framed by brick buildings and busy student zooming by on their bikes with their messanger bags and starbucks mugs. Although, of course, i am surveying this from the library windows... it is enough ( Read more... )

I realize that I say this every time I post to this damn journal, but seriously... I only ever post here when I am in the libs in desperate need of some serious procrastination. And, you know, some sense of reflectiveness... although this hardly counts, because i refuse to post anything real here. It's just that sometimes I get lost in the library ( Read more... )

it's sad that livejournal is container of my procrastination, in that, i couldn't imagine posting here until i was in desperate need of something to do. yet, in a way, it's a nice reprieve from whining about my homework outloud, because at least you have a choice as to whether or not you want to read it. but, if you're procrastinating like me, then ( Read more... )

It's funny how I only ever seem to post here when I am in desperate need of some procrastination. I mean, really... at the moment, I am sitting in the library pretending to do my homework while actually contemplating why it is that the library remains open 24 hours -- even on the weekend. I seriously think that I am the ONLY living human body in ( Read more... )

I just finished the first draft of my senior thesis. Huzzah! 84 pages double spaced written in the strangest of circumstances. I've never been so nervous printing a paper in all my life. But, it printed and looks amazing. And, now I am going to go and party in the city with my friends on our last weekend here. How sad.

have you ever cared about something SO much in your life that it almost ends up making you sick? silly question. ive spent the last two months of my life working onthis entirely overwhelming huge project in Gabs. With the amazing help from a dedicated friend and a funny researchassistant,ive interviewed roughly 30 commercial sex workers all over ( Read more... )

So, here I am, at about noon drinking Mageu (a drinkable form of sour porridge which visually resembles elmer's glue) and trying to figure out whether or not I'm having a good time in Botswana. I'll admit, I woke up this morning to the sound of seattle-like rain, and it sparked a slight bout of homesickness. Despite the risk of many people saying Ï ( Read more... )

i am leaving. everything finally fit into my backpack, and i am off.

goodnight moon.