Punctuality is the virtue of the bored. - Evelyn Waugh

I hate my head. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

My shit is perennially out of order. I hope tomorrow helps maybe.

It's already been a long year. I'm so distracted and disorganised, and I should probably figure out when I need to submit my SMP proposal so I can get an adviser and start it in the spring.

Oh, that's going to be hellish. But I'm so excited about it.
My god.

Also, give Evelyn Evelyn's "Elephant Elephant" a listen. It is utterly charming.

Leaving in a bit to go on a road trip with Holly. Crofton to Pittsburgh to Ithaca and back to Crofton, and then home. In six days.
And then it's my birthday. I made it another year.

1. I would like to say I LOVE YOU.
2. I have National Geographics for you.
3. I want to marry your brother.
In conclusion, had the best time with you. Hope we hang out alll the time!

That's my bruther, makin' me frannnnds! Love you too Isabel.

Some days I feel like Beelzebub.
Trueblood was excellent this week.

Shave legs
Clean kitchen
Finish all outstanding papers (one thing at a time...)
Check email
Steel self for onslaught of people this weekend
Make mixtapes

The sky is beautiful this morning.

Too focused on things I should not focus on. Drat.

Also, this girl is lovely.

Why is it that the Apollo 13 Mission Control could refit a cube shaped air scrubber to fit a cylindrical filtration system - using duct tape and socks - in less than an hour, but BP can't figure out how to stop a massive oil spill - using top of the line technology and some of the most intelligent people in the world - between April and mid-July (the most recent time estimate for a new system for trapping "much more oil")?

But really, Mission Control had a box of only the spare parts that were available inside the manned areas of Apollo 13, while BP literally has an entire world of resources. Absolutely ludicrous.

I feel like this fundamentally the same problem, just on a different scale.

So frustrated with the world right now, on so many different levels.

P.S. This is terrifying. A map of how much area the oil would cover in terms of where you live. For me, it would cover an oblong of terrain between Richmond and Philadelphia. Thanks StumbleUpon.

Summer. Working. Sleepy. Sunny. Humid. Waterfront. Quiet time.

I has car now. Life is much easier.
It's a beautiful day, and I wish all-night paper binges ended with the school year.

There was just a tiny five line skink in the writing center. We caught it in a cup and let it go outside.

Medium sized cat sitting next to me cleaning his face. Amazing how long cat tongues actually are.

So much reading and so much writing this week, on top of my forty-two hours of work and class.
All I actually want to do is eat homemade bread and nap with the neapolitan calico cat.