2014 is already off to a stellar start. Last night was lovely, then this morning I slept until 9:30 a.m., turned in my first grad school application, spent all day writing (except for the people watching bits in Barnes and Noble), and I just burst open into a million different pieces because I’m so proud of my best friend.
Now off to watch Sherlock, bed, and tomorrow is back to teaching. Good break, but I’m already settled in my typical werk-oholic rhythm. And happy about it.
I just got asked out to dinner by a married man who had previously been talking to me about his two children and wife’s boob job so apparently I give off mistress vibes and that’s pretty coo
on being a twenty-two year old teacher
One of those nights. God I miss Cambridge.
PEGGY SAY BULLSHIT
I constantly compare myself or look up to fictional characters, but I have never, ever identified with any person in such an all-encompassing way as Peggy Olson.
i am four feet, eleven inches, plus three-fourths of an inch tall. i like to imagine that i scrape against the five foot mark, but that’s only with enough hairspray and heels. i take up so little space. sometimes when i close my eyes i’m afraid that i’ll lose all of my presence and just disappear.
my love for Britney’s new song and video is the most non-ironic thing in the world. critics are saying that the lyrics are a hodgepodge of random statements that rhyme, but i could write an entire dissertation over the song’s meaning, concise as refrain is. that’s what being a child of immigrants will do to you. from 7 a.m. to 3 a.m. every single day: work bitch.
(plus: getting some serious wittig vibes from this video. anyone else?)
there’s something genuinely comforting about walking to the grocery store down the street on an autumn afternoon, picking up a few bottles of coconut water and fruit juice for the hungover friend sprawled on my couch, stuffing them in my backpack, and returning within 15 minutes.
no car, no problem. it’s like i’m living in europe again. i have such great want for this manner of life, but i only find it in moments here.
i love kansas city in the same way that one might love her childhood friend. time to move on.