A lot. A LOT.
-3 dance shows this weekend.
-1 ten page paper this week
-my last neuro. paper for the semester due tomorrow (today?)
-2 midterms this week
-one master’s program application handed in
-one audition recorded (lol?)
-some hours devoted to sleep?
-4 cafe shifts this week, two of which need coverage.
-people on my mind, always on my mind, are people
help help help. I don’t think I can do this, but I have to, and wow, I will.
It’s kind of beautiful that I saw this sunset too. Wesleyan is such a common moment.
22. Youâve all kissed one another but have denied it as having passed smoke to one another.
My best friend, Rebecca Suzuki, wrote this about our group of 4 best friends. Correction: soul mates.
Sunday night, I found myself staring at my unpainted nails, unable to do anything with that information. Information regarding my unpainted nails, information regarding a conversation that was happening before me, with me, for me, at me. I just wish I had painted my nails first, so that I could pick at the nail polish, instead of saying “I’m thinking, sorry.”
Seen on the subway.
I can wear denim jackets, hats and scarves in this weather.
I love my advanced South Indian dance class because the professor remembers me and he is sassy as ever. “#fabulous” - he said that.
I live with the greatest, greatest people. People who let me borrow their clothing, people who don’t mind falling asleep in one big bed with me, people who tell me that I’m capable of cooking, people who help me clean my wounds (literally, but metaphorically I’m sure), people who also sleep as little as I do and understand. They understand.
The soulmates are coming for my twenty-first birthday. All three of them. Wesleyan isn’t ready. I’m not ready, but I am so ready.
I ran my first patient in my thesis. I have now experienced recruitment, testing and training. Analysis to come. Understanding to come. Thesis to come.
I taught my mom how to text message and she texts me every day. It is truly the cutest, except when she texts me “get a master’s degree.” That’s weird.
I am learning to drive with one of my best friends. She’s the calmest. She believes in me, and that sounds painfully cliched, but actually, she thinks I’m capable. It’s really encouraging.
I worked more hours at the cafe than I spend in class. Sometimes this makes me sad, but then I realize that it’s because I’ve spent my life in class and now I know education outside of class.
I go to the city of Hartford twice a week and I dress semi-professionally. I am a researcher of clinical psychology.
I’m finally making more than I spend. #budgets
I haven’t done laundry in three weeks and I’m still okay. Wow.
My housemate figured out how to turn on the heat in our house. We live in a house. It’s a big house.
I’ve learned how to spend money and not feel awful about doing so. I bought myself an “adult comforter” and it cost me almost three digits (but I hear that this is a bargain). I am happy when I go to sleep because of this.
I consider everything I do to be artistic, so everything that I do has to be loaded with meaning, but years of believing this has finally made this effortless. This statement is really vague and kind of dumb, but I think about this when I get dressed twice (thrice?) every morning, and how I will go home to change if I feel uncomfortable, and I think about how I feel okay about this because I should look how I want to look.
I’ve finally unsubscribed from at least three listservs at Wesleyan so that my email account doesn’t scare me as much as it usually does.
I am only taking two full-credit academic classes and for the first time, I am giving everything my all.
I skyped with my sister last night, and I laughed for real reasons for the first time in a long time.
I really love to eat ketchup, but ketchup alone is not satisfying. Also, people judge. So here’s a list of what I can eat with ketchup. (a vehicle for ketchup).
-hot dogs/grilled foods
-piece of cheese. (gareth does not agree)
I’m out of ideas. Ugh, just eat ketchup alone.
- Patient recruitment, so much mother effing patient recruitment.
- Cook quiche por lo menos once because I bought that damn cook book.
- Dinner parties galore.
- Be an inspiring TA (read: work on thesis during overwhelmingly under-attended TA office hours)
- Don’t let Orgo scare me, but rather intrigue me with its complexity … and therefore approach my professor for help because it’s no secret that I’ll be lost.
- Consider sleeping more. Remind myself that I was tired all summer and that I needn’t live that way forever.
- Swim in the olympic pool at Wes.
- Eat more healthily because pop tarts, despirte their efficient caloric density, ain’t keeping me alive.
- Budget more so that I can afford driving lessons. (GET LICENSED!!!)
- Turn 21 (Just because I know this one will definitely happen, so I can at least reflect on having checked one goal a few months from now).
- Keep my room tidy. This one is a must. My dad says my life will clean itself up if I just clean my room. I think I agree with him.
- Dumplings. (secret meeting at 11 PM. You’re invited if you know what I’m talking about)
- Update my twitter account. (Confessions: I like social networks. #noshame.)
- Cafe gig !
- Dance as much as I can.