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12.7.04

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i leave school in a week. for the first time all semester, i have time to breathe. three finals left; one down tomorrow. my personality is coming back. it's nice.

i will go home and bake cookies and make the house smell good and make people presents and cards and wrap things for my parents. i use a lot of tape when i wrap things. and ribbon. extravagant wrappings.

right now, i spend a lot of time walking between places and having wet snow fly in my face. piling scarves on.

today was my final holt seminar. clayton, the kid from maine college of art, brought us all pie. everyone spent time at the end talking about how staggeringly intelligent everyone in the class is. raiff bowed his head in thanks to us all and everyone glowed in agreement. i don't think i'm going to be able to top that group in my remaining time here.

this semester, i found that navigational preference does indeed differentially affect ability of an individual to estimate distance given the presence or absence of intervening objects. that's a piece of information that did not previously exist on the planet.

i got my housing assignment for edinburgh yesterday. warrender park crescent. it looks to be a mile or two from jon. emily hricko, of course, has ended up in my same building. it's not clear yet if we're actually, against however many thousands of miles of odds, living in the same flat.

video clips of the residence on edinburgh's housing site make it look sunny and white. for the first time i was more excited than worried about going. worry has only gotten a minimal leg up since; this may, in fact, work out fine.

things are good; things are about to change entirely.

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