February 2011
January 2011
my mom asked me what i wanted for my upcoming birthday (which i totally had forgotten was a part of birthdays), and i asked her to send me some time.
i hate getting up in the mornings and needing to be somewhere. also mon-weds insanity. winter break! hurry on up!!! the fact that it is -16 is not helping.
three separate fist fights
broke out in the alley near my house last night. there’s a latin club across the street and drunk boys find it oh so fun to scream about how each other is the bigger pussy/woman/effeminate adjective. i looked out my window at one point and they were all straight up guidos. those shirts with the shiny writing all over them and the gelled hair to high heavens. they probably all took longer to...
i mighttt move a few things around and sneak in a minor… in history and philosophy of science. love love love this course i’m taking.
“Is not infinite Space the Sensorium of a Being incorporeal, living, and...”
– Newton, Opticks 1704 (later edition which includes the 31st Query)
Lady Gaga's first fragrance will smell like "blood...
aged white cheddar.
french boys.
gingers.
blonde musicians who live in high park. x2.
the best thing about this frigid weather is seeing little kids so bundled up their arms stick out and they can barely walk only by pivoting.
“I found myself spending literally a half an hour, 30 minutes, in the cereal...”
– One year ago this week: Jonah Lehrer, on the pathologies of decision making. (via nprfreshair)
