February 2012
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I registered for the GRE today. I don’t know what that means, referring to whether or not I am planning to go grad or not, but I’m excited and scared. YAY/NOOO!
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Spring fashion issue of NY Magazine came yesterday; hooray. Although I’ll have to make due without pleated skirts and plastic heels, it’s a twice-yearly event I look forward to. To fall!
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The first real traffic jam I’ve ever experienced in Portland got me into Eugene two-and-a-half hours late. I did get to start my copy of The Dream Life of Balso Snell though; I am super-excited and beside myself.
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A day a little better than yesterday; that’s how I want today to be.
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If I ride to work, will it have started raining by four? Forecast is leaning towards “yes.” Eff those meteorologists in their ivory towers; I’m doing it.
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Jesus, Whitney Houston died?
I used the term “sifting” in two consecutive posts; my face is red.
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Screen-printing last night was super-bien; I made an orange alligator. Or crocodile; I’m still not sure on the delineation. Three hours flies by when you’re huffing ink; thanks UO craft center for making life better.
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This is easy to make fun of, but I’m going in for “my Friday” right now. When I think about my work-week, I realize I haven’t been working four days in a row [regularly] for upwards of seven years.
I’m excited for my weekend. I’m starting a screen-printing class on Wednesday and I’m planning on finishing a story. Plus, I finished Pnin, so it’s time...
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I was watching Ally McBeal last night (let’s not ask too many questions here) and there was a swing-dancing-related subplot. It was like the worst senior-year of high school flashback I could have ever imagined.
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The best part of spring is walking up St. Nicholas Terrace to school in late March and seeing thousands of daffodils blooming. It’s cheap that Oregon’s spring has begun; the wait was what I reveled in.
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The box of birds has been removed from my wheels; I couldn’t be happier.
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“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I...”
– Walt Whitman.
(This is one of my favorite quotes; I use it regularly.)
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Okay, I think my heart will break if I don’t get to a city soon; like, permanently.
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“When Dostoevsky met Dickens in 1862 — a meeting that is hard to imagine —...”
– Verlyn Klinkenborg, “The Whirling Sound of Planet Dickens” (via dragonships)
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Mr. T Experience, “Semi-OK.”
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Life is aces (Jenny Robie).
Last night, my story gelled, for lack of a better term. I’m excited to write it. Of course I’m scared that my characterization and the fragments I already wrote will be lain by the wayside (I’m allowed to write clichés when it’s a blog, people), but for a half-developed story, I can “murder my darlings” (Orwell).
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January 2012
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Silver Session. Headphones. ♥.
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I came home early; fire at work caused us to close. Walked to the coffeeshop; wrote. :)
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I’m gonna go lie in bed and read Nabokov; I’m a cheap date. :)
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Off to work, to think about all the happy things I can’t write here; I really had a surprisingly (OH NO, ADVERB!) heart-warming and endearing past two days, coupled with meaningful progress in my physical writing and general well-being. Thanks (I’ll edit this later :p).