This morning was hard to wake up to. it's been so cold and grey. like russia. like siberia. like the worst hell on earth. it prompted me to charge tolstoy to my student account, later to be paid off by my financial aid. thanks government.

I've been getting back into reading poetry lately. i had forgotten how much i truly enjoy it and how great it is to read a poem and let the words and lines and stanzas sit on my brain like a fog over a graveyard. i like that image a lot i think. fog in a graveyard.
mostly i've been reading anne sexton. i feel like that's where i'm at right now in my life: reading anne sexton, listening to conor oberst and old bright eyes and bruce springsteen and fiona apple sometimes and bob dylan. always bob dylan. i'm just moving day to day at the moment. trying to survive school with my head above water. trying to live my free time with as much relish as i can mustard. (malapropism)

today has already been a whirlwind. i had anthropology this morning, and saw anna for the first time in a week. it's really nice to have friends in my classes, especially anna who makes as many wise-cracks about the lecture as i do. she went to ireland over the weekend kind of on a whim, a life i am jealous of. after parting ways, i finished my biolab paper and grabbed a relatively bad cup of coffee from einstein bros. i knew it wouldn't be any good but i didn't want to go to starbucks and wait in line for an overpriced, overcaffinated cup. so i took what i could get for $2.00 and set off for lab. i drank what i could of it before having to throw it away. no beverages in the lab.
and since then, i've been looking up information on the jeffersons for my journalism group project. i've realized that journalism is honestly the most interesting subject to me. the concepts and theories and ideas and work.
mahmahmah

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