i had a fleeting thought that i was writing about my life and not really living it.

but that's false. soooo false.

lost the transmission on my car. AWESOME.

now...back to work.

fun frolic fun fun fun:

session with patrick and jared today. just a few:

as i am a sunglasses addict, these are the new pair i'll be sporting:

custom oakley oil rigs. i win. :-D

got a package from angie, and it was amazing.

observe a smidgen of the ridiculousness that was on the CD inside:

team major taylor and team rev and chi omega ALL won jersey night. it was a moral victory, really.

work my last weekend before registrar job, weekend of the 20 alone, and then tina's wedding the weekend of the 27, then 4 of july weekend (memphis???)

it's all going so fast.

it's the little things.

the smell of traminette being as pleasurable than the taste is.

knowing a john gresham book is better than the movie.

spending a night on my own and enjoying it.

sitting on my back porch in summer.

knowing what kind of wine my uncle likes (and the fact that i recommended it to begin with).

making eggs at 3am.

those little things. they make me happy.

i thought it might be time to share.
i was minding my own business, riding my bike, looking like a badass, example:

when all of a sudden an alpha chi omega rider went ahead and ran into me. i spent the rest of the race looking like this:

and then on saturday found out that my collarbone looked asomething like this:

which is not good.

however, being a pro, i went out to jersey night and it went a little something like this:

the end of a great story. slash a painful one.

lots and lots of things happening in the past few weeks.

april 24th was the 21st running of the women's little 500 (and the next day was the 59th running of the men's L5), the culmination of the greatest college weekend in the country. it's also the greatest 4 days i've ever had in college.
and my last one resulted in a broken collarbone.
awesome.

brb. i'm lame.

it's getting to the wire.
raceday friday, and counting down the days.

i got bored in the lab tonight and messed with old pictures.
things i found that i missed terribly:


i'm learning lessons i thought i had already learned. which is a good thing.
in the last 2 weeks i have learned:
- nothing can make you happy but you.
- i am in control of me.
- small things don't matter, i've learned to overlook them in favor of having what makes me happy in general.
this is a weird list. it sounds like i went to therapy but i didn't.

i've just realized i have nothing else to say or add.

i love francesca woodman's photography. that's what i want for myself (apart from the premature death she had).

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