excess

i remember hearing somewhere that this place is unstable, almost bulimic in its nature.

there are long, dry periods of work--where the library is the only place you will find anyone, even on a Friday night.

then, the whole school undergoes some sort of regurgitation in which they make up for what they may have been missing.

my thanksgiving break was excessive in every way possible. everything you're supposed to do in moderation, we went all out on.

the smell of food makes me nauseous now.

it's Sunday, and of course i'm now realizing the massive amount of reading i should have done over the break, but it's ok, because it was so worth it.

this thanksgiving has made me extra grateful for little things in my life like a big, open kitchen to cook in, or maybe the fact that i don't usually do the dinner preparations. i'm also thankful for the wonderful friends i've made who have quickly become my second family, and for my actual family who was kind enough to take pictures of everything and text them to me as it was all happening, so i wouldn't miss a minute of the festivities.

Smiley faces?

Oh yes, smiley faces!
You see, they are for you reader.
Our faithful one.
We don't want you to connect our thoughts with our faces.
It makes me feel uncomfortable to know that you know what we look like.
I'm sorry we made the blog private for a little bit.
We were trying out the project 365.
We didn't want out faces out in public.
We failed.
But I didn't want to delete the pictures or posts, so I put smiley faces.
Notice there are some with glasses.
Yup, I went there :)
I know you probably don't exist but I like to think you do.
Hope you keep on reading!
Love,
Us :D
Sent from my BlackBerry® on the MetroPCS Network

WE Suck

There's no I in team.
But the is an "e", which is also in we.
We as in WE suck.
This is because I too can't keep this going.
I realized I don't like taking pictures.
I don't really remember taking pictures.
Plus, carrying a camera?
NO.
Love you!

iSuck

i was unprepared for this picture as i am for this 365 project. i don't think i'll be able to keep this up; sorry.

Fo'

11/12/10

I didn't go to class today...
I spent my day with my mom.
Loveee her!

tights are my favorite thing ever

also, i bought 2 pounds of clothing today and helped someone bring a chair back on a bus when i should have been reading greek lit.

this will be a fun night.

TR3S

11/11/10

No school?

Yes, bed all day!

next

oheyy you know that bio test i thought i failed miserably? i definitely scored above the median, so a B(?).
wooohooo! my dormies and i ordered in food to celebrate!

and my finger looks weird. and so does my fake smile.

365-2

11/10/10

One picture was not enough!

This describes my day.

93, son!

Yeaaaaaa, boiiii.

Physics II is conquered!

begin

this captures my day:

-Herodotus' Histories

-my big circular, colorful scarf

-my favorite spot in the library (next to all the ancient french texts~!)

3 SIX 5 - Uno!

11/9/10

This is my picture for today.
I wore these shoes today and I felt like a clown.
I really did.
I don't even know why I picked these shoes today.
They bothered me ALL day.
They were in my head and wouldn't leave.

déjà vu

1. déjà vu means already seen, so i guess this is more of a déjà ecouté, already heard

2. my roommate's best friend just arrived from ny/ohio/san francisco and i just heard them have this conversation:

roomie'sbff: becky, i picked up some paint on the way here. can i paint you something?

roomie: paint me something i'll be so proud of that i'll put it on my wall. make it abstract though, so i have a story behind it.

roomie'sbff: thats tough like when....(rehashes a memory...). i'll need inspiration

roomie: (joking, referring to a conversation me and her had earlier) check out alison's room for inspiration

roomie'sbff pokes her head in, looks around, says: ahaa! i'll draw you a bottle!

um, i think you and me said something to this effect earlier. isn't that weird?

Project 365

I've been giving this a lot of thought.
Like, the blog.
It's been in my head for a long time.
I just don't know.
I guess I just have never wanted to commit.
I think I will.
A, you are such a good friend.
We have made this beautiful blog together.
We have write to each other frequently.
I guess, what I am trying to say is:
Would you start the project 365 with me?
(Bends down on one knee and pulls out a camera)
What do you say?

Funny and Things

I am going to be 20 very soon.
It doesn't change anything.
It doesn't give me any special privileges or anything.
Not like 18 or 15 or 21 do.
I mean, I am still going to legally not be able to do the same things.
I just don't know.
I really just do not know.
I felt like writing too.
I really did.
Much like you, I also click on the page hoping for a pleasant surprise.
Usually, I don't find anything.
I haven't written because I feel like I have hit a point in my writing that is not good.
I am really not writing very well.
I just have nothing excitement to say.
To share.
I think I have stopped being a little bit funny.
I mean, I never thought I was funny but people seemed to think I was funny.
Oh shit.
Maybe I was never funny but people just said I was funny as a nice way of saying that I was weird.
Or something.
You know when you tell a person, "you're so funny" but you really mean, "oh wow, you're such an idiot."
I do it all the time.
It is better than saying "oh you are such a slut"
or "oh you are so ignorant".
Oh shit.
This is not good.
I hope I was actually funny.
Except I never meant to be funny.
And when I did, nobody thought I was funny.
OH SHIT.
People ARE using funny as an euphemism.
I am not liking this epiphany at all.
Crap.
Whatever.
I guess if my stupidity makes someone laugh then that's OK.
Laughing is nice and relieves stress.
Stress is not good.
I don't think that sentence was the proper one to finish this post with.
Neither is the one above.
I will babble until I find the write sentence.
Except, now I am realizing that is was.
I'll just rewrite it.
Stress is not good.

the end of a weekend, a month, and being underage

i feel the need to post something, though i'm not exactly sure why.

maybe it's because every few days, as i decide to take a break from school work i'll come on here, in hopes of finding a written treasure and i find nothing.

maybe it's because i feel the need to write something that i will later be able to look back on.

it's halloween.

there is an intro bio test on tuesday that most people are studying for tonight, as there was a review session scheduled in the evening. i am studying on my own, in my common room, alongside other studious dormies. i made soup and had leftover ice cream and cake. i watched some friends get all dressed up again, and overhead the mob of halloween carolers practice their caroling before heading out.

my birthday was friday.

it was a strange combination of being ambushed by people wishing me a happy birthday and interrogated by others, "how old are you?," "why so young?," "do you feel any different?." the best reaction i got to my age was, "ohh, you're old enough ;)". yes, that wink was included; twas a bit creepy, but funny. my parents sent me cake, ice cream, balloons, party hats, and plastic noise makers which mixed well with a couple of bottles of pink wine and friends. the night ended with us heading to a dance party in one of the other dorm common rooms.

saturday was harvest ball.

despite being out so late, i managed to wake up early, on a quest to get breakfast and begin a dance paper. as i walked into the dining hall, this guy ran up to me and gave me a long hug. after breakfast with him, my paper, then pumpkin carving/pie-ing, i came back to get dressed for the night with my dormies. there was a live band, reel big fish; wicked costumes, and a flailing of bodies. ska is the best live music to dance to. i don't think dancing has ever been such a cathartic part of my life as it is becoming at this school.

between the work, the rain, and the work, i feel that dancing is what keeps us well.