I would like to start a Tumblr dedicated to the things I think about when I brush my teeth
But I already have too many random [private] Tumblrs, and then that one will just wither away with all the rest of them :(
So anyway this is what I thought about today when I brushed my teeth:
- WHAT IS LOVE?? Just kidding I didn’t really think about that but i did think a little bit more about spring break, etc. And just how nice it was. How to tell when to keep an open mind versus when to cut it off? There is a certain peace associated with affection.
- RETAINERS I should have worn them now what to do??
- I need a job
This is less interesting than it was in my head QQ
Today I went on a romp with Sabrina and her dog Milo.
He is so cute. Very soft, all over the place. Does this violent flopping things in the middle of his romps. So incredibly happy and blissful. We walked to the park, and what would have taken me three minutes took us 10 minutes, but it was so great. He was just eating flowers, and peeing and pooping, and just enjoying life. They always say that we should learn more from dogs. I always forget (because I don’t have a dog).
Reminded of how madly in love I was with dogs when I was little. Counted the number of dog-related books I had—encyclopedias of dog breeds, Albert Payton Terhune books, Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover’s Soul, Secondhand Dog, etc. etc. Oh little me.
Am reading “Why Nerds Are Unpopular,” something Anand showed me yesterday. I love Paul Graham. His essays are so beautiful.
The guys that guys envy, girls like.
Some more words of wisdom:
A nerd is someone who isn’t socially adept enough. But “enough” depends on where you are.
Okay this article is a lot longer than I had expected. Will finish tomorrow. Trying to sleep earlier so I can spend part of May germ-free.
11:30 pm • 22 May 2013 • 1 note
Pick up your copy of Vertigo Literary Magazine on Friday and next week at the top of the quad! #vertigo13 #vol23 #verity @emilyemsu
1:24 pm • 22 May 2013
Nightcall — Kavinsky (feat. Nightfoxxx)
8:21 pm • 19 May 2013
“Give up on yourself. Begin taking action now, while being neurotic or imperfect, or a procrastinator or unhealthy or lazy or any other label by which you inaccurately describe yourself. Go ahead and be the best imperfect person you can be and get started on those things you want to accomplish before you die.”
— Shoma Morita, quoted in Oliver Burkeman’s The Key to Getting Motivated: Give Up
10:12 pm • 14 May 2013
Make It Mine — Jason Mraz
7:15 pm • 14 May 2013
Art Appreciation
By Fiona McFarlane
Women walked among the men delivering coffee and papers. They were all decorous, even the young ones, even those reproachable few who lingered with one hip against the corners of desks. One particular girl had caught Henry’s attention. She was new to her job, but she had made a name for herself with her prettiness and her good nature. She dressed modestly, but there was a sense of pleasures offered all the same: a heightening of her body’s attractiveness through her polite attempts to conceal it. Her name was Eleanor, and she called herself Ellie. Henry thought that, now that he had money, he would marry her.
Because the gun went off. Seamless. One of those stories you can’t stop reading, and by the time it ends, you don’t even know what hit you.
11:58 pm • 12 May 2013
Average Sunday
| Irene: |
how are you?
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| Jacob: |
pretty good, just chilling with my cliffnotes ap bio text book. we are making sweet sweet intellectual love |
1:21 pm • 12 May 2013 • 1 note
Mr. Brightside — The Killers
1:09 pm • 12 May 2013
Strugs
Writing a short story about a trip to the tattoo parlor. Something I am becoming more and more conscious of: choosing the right details. Trying to think of a plausible, significant tattoo for the protag’s friend, something that doesn’t distract from the main plot but is still interesting enough to be real. Have been thinking about this for a couple of weeks, and the best thing I have so far is a tattoo of a dead violin teacher’s scar (something he got from a detention camp, maybe?), but then the question is: do I really want her to be a violinist? And why does that even matter?
Something simple but interesting.
1:08 pm • 12 May 2013
“Short’s the best position they is.”
— Coyle’s cousin from Tobias Wolff’s “Bullet in the Brain”
11:42 am • 12 May 2013
Paradise Island — The Surfers
9:47 pm • 11 May 2013
Saturday
did not feel like a Saturday, but rather an extension of Friday.
Got Tobias Wolff’s This Boy’s Life, am trying to absorb some more of his longer works so that if I ever run into him on campus I can proudly say I am a fan of more than just his short stories. But also because damn, what an amazing writer, packing so much of the past into present action, something I would like to emulate in my own way.
Still studying a few of his stuff, such as “Bullet in the Brain” and ”Awake,” trying out some techniques he uses, e.g., generating a character through extended, related thought.
Can never finish books. Is it because of impatience? Definitely not because of time. Anyway, downloaded Good Reads, hopefully being able to tick a book from “reading” to “read” (past tense) will be incentive enough.
Places to read: Starbucks (good ambiance, good music, food); library (quiet), Caffe Lattea (good amount of white noise, excellent lighting; downside: some sketchy people there), Peet’s
5:10 pm • 11 May 2013
Because I am done with collegeboard. #wildchild #giraffe
2:16 pm • 11 May 2013 • 1 note
