guys my brain is melting

I am listening to dubstep and have done absolutely no work in the last 5 hours what am I doing with my life please help

in other news I was at the mail room today and I noticed the guy behind me in line was pretty cute (from just a passing glance), but anyway when he went up to the counter to give them his mailbox number this British accent came out, the kind which you hear and you immediately know that whoever it came out of must be attractive. And of course, the accent made him at least 3x over more attractive again. Some people just have all the right things in all the right places I suppose.

I will write about art at some point soon or something. I had a good long weekend though, went clubbing in Boston and had a good time, went to a campus party when I should really have gone to pottery and didn't have as great of a time, but whatever you win some you lose some I guess.

Also I did not realize that 1 tim tam counts as 1 serving. I had 2 in succession thinking 2 were 1 serving (that's how digestives are). chocolate why do you make me feel bad about myself?

A lost fish, eating trays, a lack of acetaldehyde dehydrogenase and a bit of work on the side

Snowstorm Nemo hit last weekend and I had one of the best nights (if not THE best night?) I've had since I came here -- sledding down Widener Library's front steps on cafeteria trays at midnight? Priceless. We had snow almost up to our knees and my lack of waterproof shoes would hinder me in the slush-filled days ahead, but in the moment it didn't matter -- what we were getting was pure, fluffy snow, sweeping across the yard horizontally in a soft blizzard and at taking away with it the feeling in my fingers and face. A yard-wide free-for-all snowball fight saw 200+ students chucking snowballs at each other and tackling each other in the cold, forgetting about work for the week and settling into the weekend as the snow melts in their back pockets and leaves a wet patch on the futon. So. Much. Fun.

Live life? Water pong on a makeshift pong table and a suitcase full of beer -- the backup plan for the quickly dry bar at that house party that everyone shows up to. The pounding bass vibrating five stories high as we approach the penthouse, the drop in the music accompanying a growing in volume as we step in the door. Glow glow glow glow blacklight smiles. How does something so liquid honey in color and consistency paint my face red? Oh right, yeah, I'm Asian.

Conclusion: Last weekend was fun.

yay snow!

The week was somewhat pensive. I enjoyed an elucidating walk to the Natural History Museum on Wednesday morning with VES -- it's not often that you walk somewhere and not have to think about where you're going because you're just following someone. It's that feeling I used to get from sitting on the bus, just letting it take me whereever. Blue skies, white ground. Nothing to worry about. Observing the young fisher weasel about to pounce and trying to capture its decisive petrified form, my thoughts began to wander away from my charcoal stained hands.

For the future... I think I would like a house or apartment with anything I could ever want in it. I would have things like longboards and rollerblades and a basketball court and gym in the basement. A dark room to develop film in and a projector room to show films. A lab full of electronics to play with 3 monitors to a desktop computer. A fully shelved grand bookcase in the study that is almost like a mini library, and a walk in color-organized wardrobe with a wall dedicated to just shoes. Also shiny cars in the garage. I'm so materialistic. It's not even that I'd use all of these things, in fact I know I probably wouldn't in day to day life. But it's in times like these when one gets weird urges that it's so convenient to just have these kinds of things around. Ah well, maybe when I'm rich.

Yeah I obviously have a creative urge right now hence why I am describing everyday events with overflourished language. I haven't written for so long, I wanted to update. But when I sat down to write because I had nothing else to do and didn't feel like doing anything else, these words just came pouring out. Write like crazy, live like mad -- just do whatever you feel like.