the destroyed and the destroyers

the frat boys that live upstairs will. not. stop. making. loud. heart attack-inducing. noises. what the heck could they possibly be doing up there that makes that loud of a sound? the only thing i can come up with: they are jumping off 50-story building heights and i am hearing their bodies splating down to the floor. oh, if only.

lately i am obsessed with the OC. i do not know why exactly. maybe because the show ended way too abruptly, maybe because it was praised on TAL, maybe because it is close to the end of the semester/middle of my undergrad schooling and i am looking for any and every distraction. all i know is that i have watched it for the past month or so, constantly getting into debates with people over the show's level of worth/trashiness and the worth/trashiness of television in general. you can guess which side i am on. now, i will fall asleep to the theme song.

insightful things later?

mondays

so, here's what happens.

everyday i write down tiny tiny notes on random corners of notebooks or class handouts about stuff that i'd like to write right here immediately. HERE. obviously, that never actually gets done. then, when i have 5-minute windows of free time, like now, i end up complaining about it. good grief.

i must re-vamp my reading list soon. but for now, i need to (re)read:
heartbreaking work of staggering genius
silent spring
the alchemist
let my people go surfing
bowling alone
the ethics of what we eat

and finish:
the moviegoer
blink

: )

I AM IN A GOOD MOOD.

it is sunny. i am wearing a dress. i just ate 3 tacos. the film festival was last weekend. veisha/the land of women is this weekend. i got my new laptop delivered this morning. i am listening to tom cochrane. people still wave to each other on bike trails.