Thinking about how bad things happen to good people.

I'm so excited that Richard Blanco's coming. I heart him.

Oh jetlag. How I do not heart thee. Oh cold, please go away, and take cough with you. Oh hapless first day of teaching without real syllabus. How I wish you'd be over. Oh luggage. Please come back so I don't have to talk to a stupid machine and so my life isn't a disorganized amorphous mess. And so I'd have clothes ( Read more... )

"Just wanted to say I love you. Miss you. Bye ( Read more... )

After some cancelling, delaying, more canceling and reinstating, I'm back in my apartment, thanks to K. Travel time grand total: 32 hours, 8 more than the original plan. But whatever, at least I'm here, even though luggages aren't.

Seven and a half hours.

Dad just gave me a cup of tea. It had a really green aftertaste. It reminded me of how second grade everyone had to raise silkworms for science class, and one day when we were leaving school someone dropped one on the staircase and it was stepped on and mutilated to a dark green mess. I guess it's not directly related, but that's basically what it ( Read more... )

Oh and today we counted that Ivy is an aunt to 31 people.

Iby: WHAT?! 31 people! I'm gonna write that in my diary. And that I'm both happy and mad.

Ivy: "How is Notre Dame? Did you learn a new language? I know you're studying the language of England. What language do they speak in England?"
She's so funny. And she made me a book of poems she wrote. There were three. But they're so cute, about spring and stars and flowers.

Katya gave me the cutest kitty calender for Christmas! So sweet.

YES!! I just killed my character in conceptual fiction! What better way to end? I mean, I can't go on now, even though you know I really want to.