Top 'o the Mornin' to Yah

This is so nice. The day is gorgeous and warm, I have a chai latte, campus is thawing and looking perfectly serene, and the library is nearly empty. There are a couple of things on my agenda today: work on my research proposal for geography, write a review or two for Dan, and see IG. I'm really not sure if the proposal is going to be written; however, I feel pretty guilty about how few reviews I've actually done for WLM, so I'm definitely going to write one of those, more would be nice.
I'm in love with how beautiful this day is! I'll have to take some pictures and post them later on. I just saw my first bare-legged skirt of the season! Wonderful! If the weather continues like this, it will be time to start biking to school again. I'm terribly out of shape: yesterday afternoon I ran up the stairs to see my parents' friends, Trudy and Norman, and I lost my breath. Norm, who is now recovering from his most recent heart attack, mentioned my huffing. Which made me feel a little weird...like I'm at the fitness level of the middle-aged heart attack patient.

Are You Sure You're Not...?

Last term was a horrible time for me: London was really starting to feel stale; i was becoming overwhelmingly (even for me - gasp!) neurotic. Luckily i had Jess' boxing day visit to look forward to, along with an agenda filled with other friends and quiet time. Even though i didn't get to see everybody over the holidays as much as i would have liked (i.e. Ariel), i got that calming feeling just from touching base with them and having them in front of me. When i got back to school, as i've mentioned before, i felt sooo much better. I felt calmer and happier, and, most importantly, i thought i could feel something good brewing.

The 'something good' being somebody good. But i didn't have any guesses on it - i think some part of my mind was keeping my imagination in check so as not to jinx anything. Something good has definitely emerged. It's nice, comfortable, exciting, and i have no sure way of knowing where it'll go, but no matter what happens i think i'll be glad that it found me.


And yeah, I'm sure.

Are You Sure You're Not...?

Last term was a horrible time for me: London was really starting to feel stale; i was becoming overwhelmingly (even for me - gasp!) neurotic. Luckily i had Jess' boxing day visit to look forward to, along with an agenda filled with other friends and quiet time. Even though i didn't get to see everybody over the holidays as much as i would have liked (i.e. Ariel), i got that calming feeling just from touching base with them and having them in front of me. When i got back to school, as i've mentioned before, i felt sooo much better. I felt calmer and happier, and, most importantly, i thought i could feel something good brewing.

The 'something good' being somebody good. But i didn't have any guesses on it - i think some part of my mind was keeping my imagination in check so as not to jinx anything. Something good has definitely emerged. It's nice, comfortable, exciting, and i have no sure way of knowing where it'll go, but no matter what happens i think i'll be glad that it found me.


And yeah, I'm sure.

I Choo Choo Choose You!

Dear Lowfish,

it's the afternoon of valentine's day. it's snowing a little bit. your "flakmot" is playing in my apartment. lowfish, let's be valentines.

Love, kyra

I Choo Choo Choose You!

Dear Lowfish,

it's the afternoon of valentine's day. it's snowing a little bit. your "flakmot" is playing in my apartment. lowfish, let's be valentines.

Love, kyra

Grace

Grace died last night. We love her. We'll miss her.

out in the trees, dirt on our knees
we laid him down forever
and on that hill there it was still
as in the ever after

he lays his rest we knew it best
to lay him down so gently
and now he sleeps where moss does creep
and no more is he with me

the birds did cry, and so did i
to think of life so lonely
and in their song i heard it long
what sadness, and what beauty
your friend is gone, but you live on
in life you loved him fully
but now little streams and forests dream
and all is made more holy
~ Samantha Parton (The Be Good Tanyas - Dogsong 2)

Time Warp

Well, it's been less than a week since the IG 'drama' crowded onto centre stage. With all the school-girlish gabbing I've been subjecting my friends to lately I'm sure they feel as though it's been longer. I do.

Three thoughts --
One) I probably shouldn't expect so much from somebody when word has it that they have a signio.
Two) With my positive feeback system-wild, neurotic thought patterns, my intuition probably isn't the most reliable in these situations.
Three) I really need to get a handle of the spazztaskica factor. Endearing to some, a complete turn-off to others.