I live a fairy tale life
This morning, I went to brunch with some of my favorite people, where we talked about how much I love big dogs and how happy they make me. After brunch, I went to go buy flowers (that always makes me so happy!) with Blake and Will. While we were walking back, I thought aloud that I really wanted an ice cream sandwich. A couple of minutes later, we came across an ice cream truck on Mass Ave that was giving out FREE ICE CREAM.
So I got my ice cream sandwich, and as we were walking, came across the cutest big fluffy dog that ran to me to play.
It’s no Cinderella story, but I’m so happy right now.
Just sitting here doing work in a bit of a secluded corner in building 7, and so many people passing by have tried to get me to get up, pause working, and go have pizza for pi day.
First of all, department-wide pi day celebrations would only happen at MIT…
But mostly, it makes me really happy that people are reaching out to other people that look really busy/tired to go destress and have a study break.
So thank you, MIT. As much as I Hate This Fucking Place, I love the people here.
Tokyo Refugee Camp
I feel like I’m at a refugee camp here in Tokyo’s Narita Airport… Why?
- Armed guards won’t let us leave
- We’re sleeping on floors and chairs, hugging our luggage
- It’s 30 degrees fahrenheit, and they turned the heat off from 11pm to 5:30am, so we’re all literally freezing cold. I don’t even have a jacket.
- They’re doing passport checks every other hour
- We have to stay here in misery for 13 hrs
On the plus side, now that it’s 6:30am, the wifi just got turned back on. And y’know, not at a real refugee camp.
Sleeping Beauty was lying in bed checking Facebook from her phone, just feeling so completely alone in her depression. Then she came across a post from an acquaintance about how sad he was, it was a darkness that made him feel like nobody could ever understand how he felt. “Is there anyone else who feels this way?” he asked.
She felt a sense of relief wash over her, a little bit of joy, and thought, At least I’m not so sad I wrote about it on Facebook.
"Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film."
My brother is adorable.
I sent him a link to the website of the hackathon that I was speaking at a couple of weeks ago. He signed up for the event, even though it was in Cambridge, and he’s in Texas. I don’t know why that made me feel so happy, but it made me smile to see his name on the guest list.
Growth chart vinyl stickers for kids. Home Designing fans can get a 15% discount by using the coupon code ‘HOMEDESIGNING’ here.
I used to have something like this at my house, and you know what’s really depressing? I never reached the top of that damn giraffe!