... and sometimes scaring the shit out of yourself is A LOT of fun...

i'll be going to bed happy tonight. yay silly witty boys. yay having good instincts.

this year i've fallen into a habit without even realizing it ( Read more... )

spent the first half of today writing a paper, spent the second half trying to feel better and get rid of my damn sickness ( Read more... )

yeah so i pretty much managed to set a new record for procrastinating papers. please note: this isn't even an important paper. it's 5 pages, worth 10% of my grade in a class i'm taking P/NP. and i've put it off, in general for a few months, but specifically three days. it's due today at 2. so last night, instead of just hammering it out, i lay ( Read more... )

i never had any doubts that someday i'd open a paper, or pick up a telephone and find out that castilleja friends were nationally renowned politicans, doctors, researchers ( Read more... )

sunday night, the way it should be spent ( Read more... )

When I look back, I think the symbol of this year will be our fat silver teapot. We leave it permanently on the stove, filled with water. And a minimum of six times a day, someone heats it up and tea is ritually offered to all. We never use the microwave for tea; turning the creaky stove on and waiting for the teapot to start whistling is part of ( Read more... )

what a freakin cute night. i'll pay for it tomorrow, but it was worth it ( Read more... )

at this moment i am peaceful... there's a sense of being at the tip of something. a dizziness, almost like i just did yoga or danced for hours. very very much in the present. this moment ( Read more... )

very rarely do my live journal and diary ever correspond. this is lightness and rants, and when life is important i become cryptic here. my diary is emotion, is progress and thoughts that sometimes make no sense to anyone else but me, and are more important for that. but sometimes the two need to relate: both in their own way contain markers of ( Read more... )