time, time, time, time, time.

Today.

My academic advisor explained to me the silliness of the perfect GPA. "Honestly, your employers are not going to be concerned with your grades or class levels as long as you get a degree above a 2.0. They are typically concerned with how involved you were as an undergraduate and the amount of experience you have."

I've always know this statement to be true, however this reinforcement was glorious. With the pressure of the perfect GPA lifted off my shoulders, I have such a greater appreciation for my education. Now, I do not have to beat myself up for coming short of 4.0 in a class and I don't have to study until all hours of the morning.

I can actually learn because I want to learn. Isn't that fascinating?

happy happy earth day

Let's appreciate something beautiful, sustaining, and amazing--let Henry David Thoreau inspire you today:

"Nature is full of genius, full of divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand."

"Well maybe there's a God above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot someone who outdrew you."

brown paper bags

So I'm trying something new. It's a bit odd really, but somehow constructive amid school work.

The other night I realized that I, sadly, didn't have my journal here at school. Even though I may have resorted to this electronic journal, some things are a bit too personal to post. Needless to say, I started writing on the closest paper-like object I own, which happened to be a brown paper lunch bag. The bag is now filled with day-to-day entries; full to the brim with quotes, thoughts, and events. I've gathered that if I write weekly, I will have collected 48 paper bags by this time next year. That is 48 bags full of emotion, thoughts and questions--something far too personal for a public blog.

Such a beautiful thing sprung from a simple idea. I encourage you to take an ordinary object and turn it into something magnificent.

Happy Sunday.

There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other's cooking & say it was good.

folk music, good for the soul.

Bon Iver has completely consumed my music realm. I am obsessed with how each song is a mini story; a small tale if you will, displaying a plethora of emotions in such a poetic way. An inspiration.

Taught line, down to the shoreline,
The end of a blood line, the moon is a cold light.
There's a pull to the flow,
My feet melt the snow,
For the irony, i'd rather know.
Cause blinded, I was blindsided.

[Blindsided, Bon Iver]

truth.

the daily piece

i'm going to post one thing each day from now on.
it doesn't have to be spectacular, extravagant, or long. it will just be.
and 365 days from now it will be fresh and new and lovely.

things i should be doing (but alas, i am not):
studying for an exam.
memorizing AOP presentations.
going to dinner.
smiling.