Gonna cold brew some coffee for K, and we’ll have it before dinner with my parents tomorrow. Not sure if I’m more nervous about the impression they’ll make on him, or the one he’ll make on them. Probably the first one.
I think I found the remedy to most of my health problems. Too bad I can’t see my family doctor until NOVEMBER (wtf?!?). If I’m right, the fix is relatively easy and might even deal with the incredibly poor short term memory I’ve had for the last little while.
“I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?”—Haruki Murakami || A Wild Sheep Chase (via socratic-thinker)
My friend’s little sister (21?) is getting married this weekend. It’s a little mindblowing. But more importantly, my gal is coming back to Ontario from Calgary for a little less than a week and on Tuesday we’re gonna do a whirlwind trip to London to visit the other member of our trio. I miss them both so much. It’s going to be worth the gallons of coffee I will have to drink at 5 am on Wednesday morning for work.
Heart burn makes me feel old. We made the absolute best spicy hashbrowns with bacon to go with a massive feta/tomato/spinach omelette yesterday. I finished the leftovers for lunch, followed by coffee, and now I’m distinctly uncomfortable :/
Had suchhhh a wonderful day. After we parted ways this afternoon, le boy finally got his paws on Lumberjanes 2 for me so I can actually read the rest of the ones I have! He also picked up Bodies, which sounds like a wicked time travelling murder mystery that I’m very excited for. Definitely makes up for having to schlep two loads of laundry on the bus to a laundromat.
I kinda want to bleach the ends of my hair and dye them navy blue, since they’re already damaged and I plan to get a haircut just before september anyway. But of course it costs money to do that stuff. -_-“
I’m thinking caregiver stress in light of a new poll by NPR, the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation, and the Harvard School of Public Health that finds one in four Americans are stressed in a major way. (And that’s called a “massive underestimate,” by one observer in the trenches.)
United Nations officials are pushing for many of the Central Americans fleeing to the U.S. to be treated as refugees displaced by armed conflict, a designation meant to increase pressure on the United States and Mexico to accept tens of thousands of people currently ineligible for asylum.
Most of the people widely considered to be refugees by the international community are fleeing more traditional political or ethnic conflicts like those in Syria or the Sudan. Central Americans would be among the first modern migrants considered refugees because they are fleeing violence and extortion at the hands of criminal gangs.
The United States has seen a dramatic increase in the number of Central American migrants crossing into its territory, particularly children traveling without any adult guardian. More than 52,000 unaccompanied children have been apprehended since October. Three-fourths of them are from Honduras, Guatemala and El Salvador and most say they are fleeing pervasive gang violence and crushing poverty.
Immigration experts in the U.S. and Central America say the flow of migrants from Honduras and El Salvador is likely to rise as the two countries experience gang-related violence. Honduras, a primary transit point for U.S.-bound cocaine, has the world’s highest homicide rate for a nation that is not at war. In El Salvador, the end of a truce between street gangs has led to a steep rise in homicides this year.
Violence by criminal organizations spread in recent decades after members of California street gangs were deported to Honduras, Guatemala and El Salvador, where they overwhelmed weak and corrupt police forces and seized control of large sections of the countries.
I have a breakfast date at 8:15, work 10-6, and dinner for my friend’s birthday at 7:30. I’ve been up since four am and have to be up in six hours. What in the hell am I still doing awake and why didn’t I make tomorrow’s lunch yet!?
1. The meaning behind my URL 2. A picture of me 3. Why I love my bestfriend 4. Last time I cried and why 5. Piercings I have 6. Favorite Band 7. Biggest turn off(s) 8. Top 5 (insert subject) 9. Tattoos I want 10. Biggest turn on(s) 11. Age 12. Ideas of a perfect date 13. Life goal(s) 14. Piercings I want 15. Relationship status 16. Favorite movie 17. A fact about my life 18. Phobia 19. Middle name 20. Anything you want to ask
“Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.”—- George R.R. Martin (via indisposablehero)
Went to a celebration of life today at the legion for a gentleman I never met but who clearly touched a lot of people’s lives. Afterwards I sat with a 90 year old lady for a little bit, and she said that while she’s been to too many of these ceremonies, the saddest one was her brother’s.
She’s just two years older than my grandmother, who I’m off to watch for a few hours. The heat today is oppressive, but it makes you pensive all the same.
idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”
like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds
“It’s lovely that Robin Thicke thinks his marriage is worth saving, but this is not the way to go about it. This entire album, the track names, the hashtag; if this is in fact a sincere effort to “get her back” it’s basically a how-to on abuser dynamics. Rather than allowing Patton the time and space to decide whether or not to reconcile in private, with this album, Thicke has effectively enlisted the public to get on his side and pressure her into going back to him, and make her the villain if she refuses. “Oh, but he wrote a whole album about her! He’s really sorry!” All while he rakes in the cash, and she loses her resolve to stay away from a man who cheated on her, publicly embarrassed her and ruined a decades long relationship.”—BattyMamzelle: Let’s Talk About Robin Thicke’s Manipulative Ploy To “Get Her Back” (via afrometaphysics)