Things I'm Putting Off To Write Here:
-music flashcards
-linguistics worksheet
-peeing
-reading about gravity and that Newton kid
-changing into something I haven't worn three days in a row
I got back on campus and my stomach did that flopsy thing that happens when you see your soulmate and your knees give away and your brain switches places with your heart and you can't help but sing everywhere you go. Seven layer bars, I missed you and you missed me. No more tragedy of separation.
Song you should pretend to be listening to:
If You Got The Money - Jamie T
So it's been a pretty good first week:
- I managed to pack everything but the essentials. Being without keys is actually a lot cooler than you'd think. It'd be even mega cooler if someone played the Mission Impossible song while you try sneaking into the dining hall, just think about that. (P.S. Tom Cruis really is the bald guy form Tropic Thunder.. apple bottom jeans..)
- Ebony. Ebony? Ebony! It's impossible.
- From now on, I'm referring to playing the piano as "tickling the ivories."
- Because I want to and because it isn't lame.
- Second thoughts about lacrosse.
- How does Ryan break up with Sadie??
Anyway, here's the important thing, roughly translated:
(Nothing is heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain is as heavy as the pain you share with someone, for someone, multiplied by the imagination, prolonged in a thousand echoes.)
