well that break lasted long, didn’t it? he. he. well let’s just continue on.
couldn’t sleep well last night because a mouse kept squeaking. yes, it was that loud. no, i couldn’t find the little pooper. haven’t heard any more squeaking as of late, so hopefully tonight will be better.
studying for 2 midterms + 1 quiz this week. wish me luck.
3 eggs white + 1/2 yolk + broccoli + bell peppers + smoked mozzarella = new favorite breakfast
had a surprise visit in the church office on friday. finally got to meet & hold my pastor’s newborn twins (1 week). so tiny and so cute. they’re not even 6 lbs yet.
currently watching: brothers&sisters
found: smart water in a glass bottle. i had to buy one (or maybe two) for keeps.
air conditioning + water have been complete life savers this past week. hopefully this heat will finally leave. fall, please come soon.
“And when she started becoming a “young lady,” and no one was allowed to look at her because she thought she was fat. And how she really wasn’t fat. And how she was actually very pretty. And how different her face looked when she realized boys thought she was pretty. And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy. I wondered how her face would look when she came out from behind those doors.”—
“Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others … But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. But with Catherine there was almost no difference in the night except that it was an even better time.”—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms
“I think back to those words John (Perkins) told me on our front steps of Potter House … “You’ll see things begin to change … after about 10 years.” Commitment is not a cultural value. Wanna be radical? Commit to a neighborhood for 10 years! Every generation has its good and…