Hope is the thing with feathers

It is amazing when a single thing changes one's entire state of mind and turns a black day into a day happily remembered. Yesterday was a day like that. I was depressed because I thought I wasn't going to be able to go home for Christmas and this, combined with the prospect of a weekend full of studying and writing papers, made my mood a dismal one. But then I had a lovely conversation with one of my new school friends and it changed everything. In an instant, really. And I'm grateful for it.


For me, there is nothing worse than a day empty of dreams or possibility. But those days fall upon everyone once in awhile. And those days suck. I guess my point to all this is: those days end. And often in unexpected ways. So stay hopeful.

Lazy Sunday

Last night I had a peculiar dream. It was the kind of dream that leaves one feeling haunted upon waking. Most notably, it included: seeking shelter in a leaf-strewn alley, people from my past that I try not to think about in real life, and jellyfish. Giant jellyfish slowly surfacing as I watched from the shore. I think the appearance of jellyfish may have come from the annoying balloon boy story that has taken over the media in the last few days. That silly balloon looks a bit like a jellyfish. But I don't know...

I found this picture here: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/634102

I have been thinking about this blog for a long time and intended to start it in a very different way, but today seems right, even though I haven't much to say. It will be a quiet day. The sky is full of rain clouds and I will be indoors, engaging in the following activities:

• Drinking too much coffee


• Ignoring homework until the last possible second


• Making squash soup


• Dreaming about the perfect, cross-body bag


• Watching my dog sleep