some of my favorite things include reading, listening to music, taking pictures and getting emails figuring out exactly what I did last weekend.
Humans are creatures of habit. Everyone knows that. When you change from one routine to another, or to no routine, you always feel awkward and anxious about it. It’s why moving is so anxiety-ridden, you never know what might be out there once you get there.
As much as I wish this wasn’t true, I feel so much more comfortable once I establish a routine. When I have my class times, meeting times, meal times, and sometimes nap times all set up, I feel great. I know when I can slack off and when I can go do something fun because every other time I have something I have to do. I like knowing when my friends will be at certain places so I can go see them and talk. I also like knowing when I can have time alone to de-stress.
Classes start in about 11 hours, and as much as the work is going to get to me and stress me out, probably sometime soon, I’m really happy to finally be back doing this. However, I’m going to miss this summer so much.
blackberry party last night
(via theculturepages, physicalanthology)
so tonight, having ice cream across the street from campus, me and three other girls were talking about how awkward the freshmen are during orientation. they have to force out conversation and make awkward shallow friendships during that time based on the few topics they have in common: where they’re from, what other schools they got into, what classes they’re taking, and where they’re living. they try to act all normal and not show how weird they really are because they’re afraid no one will like them if they’re weird.
so we kept getting stares from the freshies because we were dying laughing quoting Mean Girls and talking about how friendships are completely based on being weird and finding someone else whose weirdness is compatible with your weirdness and having other people accept your weirdness and not think you’re strange. because if you’re not your weird self with your friends, than who can you be yourself with?
So I leave for BC in a few hours…
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que acendio de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,
sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.
i really loved this movie, but it made me even sadder than Closer did. it was kind of the final nail in the coffin. i don’t think i believe in love anymore. or at least, i’m not sure it’s something i would want again.
