Today was a very lazy day…
tomorrow we are planning on doing crafts. I love my boyfriend/friends. :)
Today was a very lazy day…
tomorrow we are planning on doing crafts. I love my boyfriend/friends. :)
I recently found my watercolor paints (!!!), and as a result, I give you a little present I made for Max:

I love him.
Today Max and I had our Medical Anthropology Final, which just so happened to be my final…final. Hooray for I am done. Now all I have to worry about is sending out Christamas cards and getting the house clean.
Looking back, I think I did alright. Definitely better than last year, though I think I could have done a bit better if I tried a little harder. I will make sure I do not make the same mistake next term.
I realize that it is getting a bit late to buy Christmas presents online, but just in case you are in need of some last minute gifts, I thought I would post some of my favorite online stores.
So there you have it, some of my favorite places to shop when I have a holiday or a birthday coming. I find it easier to rely on an online store than to buy something in person and ship it myself, especially when I am buying gifts for my friends and family in the states. (Less hastle with the mail)
What are your favorite online stores?
I wanted to mix it up a little. Thus, I present to you a Random List:

Because I am studying for 2 exams whilest also composing an essay, I have decided to spam you with some of my poetry:
Canary
Society girl
two coats wrapped about
two cold shoulders
pearls that catch
the reflected rainfall,
they swing from her tree trunk neck.
Eyes that shine
coral on a reef
with fish darting, dancing about
her seaweed hair.
Her lips are a plum,
sharp white teeth
against a black tongue
her fingers, narrow
wrapped about a stiff black cigar
She bubbles and floats along conversations
ever aware that
her canary heart
is breaking.
Love
He found himself ill
about a week ago
he refused to go to the hospital
so she drove him
and paid for his medications
even though he had the money
Now she stands in the kitchen
slowly stirring chicken soup
staring absently into the yellow mix
seeing the future like
an old woman at a carnival
her pale hands resting on the spoon
And he lies on a sick bed
wide awake from too much sleep
reading Peter Pan
like he did when he was nine
years before his path crossed hers
I drive her to the hospital
as she doesn’t trust me enough
to hold the cooling soup
and before I can stop the car
she’s in his room
talking about Neverland
I wait around for awhile
watching them fall in love
their voices raise and lower
in dreams and memories
until the chatter numbs me
and I fall asleep at the window
When I awaken the sun has fallen
and she sleeps in a small heap
next to him on the pale sheets
while his chest rises and falls
and the tiny tubes in his nose
entwine themselves in her hair
I wake her from a happy sleep
and she wakes him with a kiss
and a promise to return tomorrow.
And as we cross the parking lot
to take her home
she speaks of the future
that she saw in his chicken soup.
One of the very few things that I dislike about residence life is doing laundry. Actually, doing laundry in Totem wasn’t that bad, I just had to drag my laundry bag to the elevator and I was practically there, no, I think it is doing laundry in Fairview that bugs me the most.
First off, Fairview has three laundry rooms, each of these have seven washers and seven dryers. For the first couple months this worked out pretty well. Rarely did we have to pull someone else’s laundry out to put ours in, and there were usually washers/dryers available when we needed them. It sucked to have to walk to the laundry room outside, but it was pretty close.
Well that was until about a month ago, when (I can only assume) drunken partyers broke into our laundry room and yanked the doors off a couple of dryers, and made a mess of the facilities, because now that laundry room, our laundry room, is out of commission. This means we have to haul our laundry to the next closest laundry room which, frankly, isn’t all that close. And now that there are twice as many people sharing this one laundry room, it is nearly impossible to find an empty machine. The room is practically full of clothes (because, for some reason, there are quite a few people out there who just throw it in the washer and forget about it) and half of the machines are broken. Twice tonight we left our clothes in a machine, only to come back half an hour later to find them not even wet. (This inconvenience led to the laundry trip costing just under 13 dollars for 4 loads.) Pair that with the crappiest weather ever and some less-than-fashionable laundry day clothes, and we did not have a fun evening.
All-in-all I am just happy to have clean clothes, I just shudder to think of next week, when I plan on washing all the bedding…
I just want to say how incredibly excited I am for this:
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Because, seriously, Zachary Quinto (aka Sylar from Heroes) is going to make THE BEST young Spock…ever.
And the trailer looks seriously badass: (follow the link!)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/startrek/large_trailer2.html
Growing up, my parents were pretty into Star Trek and I liked it okay, but I think this could be the movie that makes me a Trekkie. Please, don’t let this suck.
For the first two months that Max and I lived in Fairview we were under the impression that our mail was delivered to our door. Not only because there was a mail slot in our door, but we were also never given a mail key. We even asked the front desk, and originally they said yes, our mail would be delivered to our door. Well two months went by, and no mail. We would get packages, but not paper mail. It wasn’t until election day came with no absentee ballot for me that I freaked out.
We went to the front desk and asked again. This time we got a different answer. Turns out we had a mailbox the whole time. Once we located it and opened it up we discovered that my absentee ballot had been here all along, but it was too late to vote. I felt kind of bitter, but my guy won, so it was okay. I was just happy to be able to recieve mail again.
About a month went by and I realized that I still wasn’t recieving all the things expected. It was right around this time that I looked closer at the mailboxes around ours. What I discovered was shocking. Not only did we have one mailbox, but TWO! That’s right, there were two mailboxes marked exactly the same with our house number. I figured half of our mail was making it into that other box. I wrote a note to the postperson asking them to please move the mail from that box to ours, but it went unoticed. We took our claim to the front desk.
After explaining the situation and showing the front desk woman the identical mailboxes, she promised to get it worked out.
So tonight, I ran to the mailbox after getting home from work to discover that our mailbox is now COMPLETELY PACKED with mail. Max got a book from his mom, I got a long letter from a friend, and we both got a lot of bank statements. The duplicate mailbox has been put to rest and the number has been peeled from the front. I can only hope that our mail troubles have come to an end.
So, if anybody wants to send me a letter, I can now recieve it! (I do love having pen pals.)
I spent my whole day studying for my first final, Poetry.
The exam was at 7pm, which was both nice and spooky.
I think I did okay, but now I just feel brain dead and kind of empty.
I think I will work on my Moleskine then go to bed early.
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