My tongue is burnt from a chai tea latte, but it was worth it.
I took a night class this semester. History of Immigration. Instead of a final exam we had a paper to write. She gave us over a month and a half to do the assignment. I threw it together in about 4 days, mostly the last 2. I got an A on the paper. This is not a reflection of my writing ability so much as the lameness of the class.
I'm starting to think about playlists for the road trip I intend to take this summer. What this really means is that I repeatedly listen to "Parachute" by Guster. The song reminds me of some vivid, good memories of L'abri, and makes me feel elated and nostalgic simultaneously. Thinking about L'abri extensively usually does that to me.
I've gotten an average of less than 5 hours of sleep every night for about a week now. The combination of working for Starbucks and dating a night owl will do that to you, I suppose.
I am very grateful to belong to the family I'm in. It is impossible for me to feel too terribly alienated, because I have four siblings that understand me pretty well. If I ever have kids I want to have a lot of them so they can experience that same camaraderie.
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