Thursday, March 10, 2011


This quarter, I have perfected the art of:
  • walking down steep hills in heels
  • sentence diagramming
  • saying the opposite of what I think
  • procrastinating
  • acting like a child
  • getting by on less sleep than I'd like
  • steeping the weakest tea imaginable
We can all probably tell which week of the quarter it is by measuring two things: darkness of the circles beneath our eyes and the number of empty tables in the library.

In the end, it comes down to the little things, like the moment when you stop avoiding the puddles and start aiming for them instead.

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