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Baby it's cold outside and there's nothing to do. So what can I do that is both productive and comforting? Start my application for an abroad program in London next fall, that's what!     already sourcing the notes by naive london lomo guide as the hopeful motivation to keep me afloat until i graduate. (just to clarify, i'll be walking in spring with my class of 2010 but will still need to finish up my last credits since i took a quarter off,so the plan is that i do it through an abroad program. hopefully!) |
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«То, что мы наблюдаем, - это не сама природа, а природа, которая выступает в том виде, в каком она представляется нам благодаря нашему способу постановки вопросов». Вернер Карл Гейзенберг В отсутствие сознания реальность существует лишь как бесконечный набор вероятностей. http://savetibet.ru/2009/11/01/buddhism |
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why does simon decide to be so busy as it gets colder? i can't fall asleep in our empty bed. extra blankets don't even really help. context: he has worked... 17? days straight now, including weekends, and mostly doesn't come home until at the earliest 8 or 9, and more often 11 pm. we've never really lived together when he's been "creating" so it's been a big adjustment for me. i hate it. i really hate it. AND he's going to montreal this weekend. motherfucker! on top of that, he goes to mexico for a month on nov. 20th, which is fast approaching... it just really sucks to miss the person you LIVE with. waaaaah wah wah. |
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i'll always be the kind of person who is more affected by the malicious things people say about me than the sweet wonderful compliments. i try to remind myself of this often by remembering the best compliments i've ever received: compliments like chrystos telling me i was a modern day ginger rogers as i moved a podium off of the stage at the indigenous women's symposium i had helped organize, in front of some of the people i admire most (namely sherene razack). when my favourite profs ask for permission if they can cite things i have written in their published academic papers, when people tell me they believe in me, when people tell me i am generous and have a good heart. but still, the intentionally rude and hurtful things are the ones that linger longest, the words i remember most vividly. it is probably one of the only things i really wish i could change about myself. one of the only things about myself that i feel is as true today as it was when i was a four year old child. it's probably the only explanation i have for why i am so defensive and why i burn bridges when people i trust say hurtful things to me. yes, i have the capacity for forgiveness but in my true nature i will never be able to forget that you thought/said/meant that about me.
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curious
