an open space

Flight of The Conchords "Ladies of the World"

october 22

I slowly am beginning to love college again, and all of the inbalance and rush and relationships.
Life's a mess. I laugh a lot everyday. I sleep little.



I've met some wonderful people, and been reunited, reacquainted with old friends, who mean even more to me now than ever. I am finicky. My father tells me I can be very guarded. I get caught up with the idea of this person, or decide things, like, perhaps I might never want to marry. But I'm waking up amazed and very thankful for people in my life. Drawn to artistic people, who have interesting thoughts on art and music, culture, and politics, who have strong opinions on radio and literature and can speak articulately about the emotion a photograph or a melody portrays and conveys to them. Its very humbling and very stimulating, how interesting anyone and everyone is, and how blessed I am to be this odd piece of furniture in their lives.

Last night I fell asleep to NPR's "This American Life" and felt genuinely happy.