we're all okay right? alive, breathing...
i've realized, along with others, small doses of each other in large gatherings, doing something other than being alone, is all i can handle.
my 345 (gender and poli) reminds me of highschool, the prof makes a point to tell you you're late, when you're late.
the days are getting shorter, colder, darker, and i can see my breath, i've got my sweaters, sweatshirts, longsleeves, and jeans, "winter- i bid thee, proceed".
do you ever want to go up to a person and say, "you're a dork, you know that, right?"
i've discovered that some people are just purely nice, no ulterior motives, aren't seeking recognition for their kindness, just pure and simple, they're nice people.
i despise latin (would my day be complete if i had not said it? ne.)
how do some of these people get into UBC???