Work, work, work.

My research paper is now about 1/3 done. I have about three and a half pages written. My goal is to have at least 7 total pages done by the end of the day.

Also, I painted this portrait of Julian the Apostate.

water, water, everywhere

"The Harold B. Lee Library (HBLL), located in Provo, Utah, is the main academic library of Brigham Young University, the largest religious and second-largest private university in the United States. The library has approximately 98 miles (158 km) of shelving for the more than 6 million items in its various collections, as well as a seating capacity for 4,600 people. With over 10,000 patrons entering the building each day, The Princeton Review consistently ranks the HBLL in the nation's Top Ten University Libraries–#1 in 2004 and #4 in 2007."

Given all of this, you would think that BYU's vast library would have copies of Julian the Apostate's writings. HA. False.

"It's snowing."
"Well, as you know, March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion."
"What? Should I know this?"
"Okay, well, as people from Utah know...."

Oh, Mom.


Hello, blizzard. Thank you for waiting until after the Holi Festival. That was nice of you, at least.

My love for Death Cab For Cutie will never die.
Oh, new EP. I am so excited.
<333333

my room smells like mexican food.

thanks, roommate. don't eat gross stuff in our bedroom.

spring breakdown

My list of things to do:
I lost my planner.
I am going crazy.
I am not entirely sure how I will get through the next three and a half weeks.

memories.

So I was watching old videos on my computer and found this little gem:




Oh, Trevor. Oh, Lana.
Oh, summer.

reasons my morning was lovely

I got up on time,
felt really cute,
listened to lovely music.
I have a good day ahead of me
and the weekend rushing to meet me.
How wonderful.

a thursday morning

Reasons my morning sucked:


As I lay in my bed last night, trying (most unsuccessfully) to get to sleep, I noticed a strange orange glow about my room.

Strange! says I. Perhaps my blinds are not closed completely.

So I scooted over towards the window at the foot of my bed. I checked, but no - the blinds we fully lowered. I twisted the little twirly thing on the side - it was twisted as far as it would go.


And then I had a dreadful suspicion. The room is lighter than it should be late at night? A strange glow? Couldn't be.

But yes. I pulled open the blinds to see - snow. Yes. SNOW.


YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.


Then this morning, after sleeping fitfully (already being stressed out for other reasons), and dreaming of snow (can't even escape it there)... I got out of bed, did my French homework, got dressed and prepared to leave.
But then I realized, the cursed snow was still on the ground. I needed to put on something warmer.
So I pulled on a sweatshirt, glanced at the clock - 8:04. Perfect. I would be on time for the bus.

I walked to the front door, feeling a bit frustrated but hoping to just shake it off.
That is when I realized there were old toothpaste stains down the front of my sweatshirt. I had neglected to notice these previously and had hung the soiled sweatshirt back up in my closet. Crap.

So I ran back to my room, hurriedly grabbed another sweatshirt (which happened to be too small. But what did I care? I'm was to be late!) Another glance at the clock, 8:07. Oh, good. I should still make it for the 8:12.

False.

The bus decided to be EARLY today. So, for the first time this semester, I missed the bus.