apparently the iphone has terrible formatting techniques for blogging via email

i applied for an arabic immersion program provided by middlebury yesterday, should be sweet if i get in. the only downside is a month out of my summer in rural vermont

People who make phone calls from the iPhone headphones (the ones with
a microphone) look even more ridiculous than people who talk on
bluetooth headsets because, instead of fleetingly seeming insane and
then as a sophisticated businessman, they look like they're rapping a
really lame song with terrible rythym.

Sent from my iPhone (ha)

Travel exhausts; visiting colleges all week.

Sent from my iPhone

i wonder

it's inevitable that, as one ages, certain situations or periods in life are missed. but this 'miss' isn't the same miss that one has for a lost item; no, this is a morbid longing. this is what one feels when they lose someone close to them. it's the helplessly fond memories one has.

recognizing this, wouldn't it make sense if people tried to relish the present if they're in a period that they know they're going to miss?

this thought process makes me miss right now, and value right now.

as i was writing this i switched from english to spanish mid-sentence and didn't realize it. freakin' sweet, man.

april vacation: driving to minnesota and back

trip total = approx. 3000 miles

lots of free time in a confined space

line up of books to read:

gravity's rainbow (partially read, need to finish) by thomas pynchon

gorgias by plato

canterbury tales by chaucer

the prince by machiavelli

harry potter y la piedra filosofal (partially read) by jkr

the threat: inside the soviet military machine by andrew cockburn

i'm not sure how much i'll be able to get through

i like road trips though

waiting for summer

i have to write a paper on the civil war in nepal

my history teacher lived in nepal for two years

dried worms look like bacon strips

i feel a bit overwhelmed, but i'm not sure why

She had long overtaken the leering fences and sighing homes by the time I witnessed the post-destruction melancholy. Fragmented families and stained permanence; Mother Nature’s daughter had left her mark. But there was growth. External and internal, corporeal and magnificent—I fertilized it.

acksense

i think i'll move to england fer a nice british accent, ya

typing in accents isn't easy, mate (good thing i'm so good at it, ya?)

ya!