classy things

Things that would make it seem like I'm a classy person enjoying a (very) brisk fall afternoon: I am drinking some darjeeling tea and listening to the Yo-Yo Ma Pandora station. I swear by this station; it's the best. Also I just found this simple breakfast idea originally posted here. These three elements might tell one, Oh, this girl eats breakfast and listens to classy music (it's literally classical music), and drinks tea. Tea is classy.

Unfortunately, I woke up at 12:30 PM today to a text message after having shut off my alarm clock at 10:30 and also just poured the tea down the sink. So who I actually am is someone who stays up until 5 AM reading about determinants of pulmonary gas exchange, needs an alarm clock for 10:30 AM (seriously?) and then doesn't even respond to it. Furthermore, I skipped straight to baking a pizza and some ribs for lunch, and forgot about the tea I was steeping until it was way too bitter.

And now that I decided to write a quick post instead of brush my teeth, I have 15 minutes to leave and go meet my Anatomy group (which, by the way, is composed of great people. I can't help but gush every time I think of them. I told them I would profile each of them on my blog- which, true, has only been actively updated for the past 4 days, but whatever).

So things are a bit of a mess around here. But. Yo-Yo Ma on Pandora? Like I said, I swear by that.

haters gonna hate

found here

soon it will be cold enough to build fires

It's 1:23 AM and I plan on watching the Respiratory Physiology lecture that happened this morning as I fall asleep on the couch. Reasons it's okay to sleep on the couch (and I mean all night, as blanket and pillow have been transferred to the couch, not a nap): none. People who understand why I am enjoying sleeping on the couch: none. Reasons I'm going to bed 3 hours earlier than usual: I'm not getting anything done tonight and furthermore, Confessions, Part II by Usher is stuck in my head. And I really can't relate to my chick on the side telling me she's three months pregnant and she's keeping it.

[image from here]

Thursday afternoon chillin'

All chilling, no reflecting. Feeling lazy. Time for coffee and productivity?

two drifters off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see

I've posted this before, but I'm posting it again because this song is, without a doubt, my happy song, always. It reminds me of a very happy time in my life and of Peru because my friend Jenny and I sang this song a few times and it kept running through my head as I took the train toward Machu Picchu. It's a great memory for 3:30 AM when I need to take a shower before bed and discover that my hair looks like this:

It's hard to remember sometimes (specifically after studying all day with more to come), but I know I'm where I want to be. I never considered going after dreams to be as glamorous as it is often portrayed- mostly sweat.

Dreammaker, you heartbreaker.

one last october morning

Dad: Jocelyn, guess what?! I accidentally started a pumpkin patch.
Me: Accidentally?
Dad: Yeah! One day, a pumpkin started growing and then I cut out the stem, but they kept growing!
Me: How did it even start growing?
Dad: I don't know. There must have been a seed in the soil I got.

The pumpkins don't look like the ones in the picture, which I got from here. They are green and yellow spotted, "much prettier looking than regular orange pumpkins," according to my dad. Leave it to my dad to have a pumpkin issue. I believe it's karma for never letting me have a glow-in-the-dark pumpkin patch when I was a kid.

cozy season.

[picture from here]

One of the reasons I love seasons, even in the miserable cold, is an excuse to get cozy. I remember last winter, when I was a birthday party planner (oh, the part time jobs I could describe), I woke up and looked outside my window. I have a large balcony-like sliding door that looks out to the skyline. It has curtains but I never close them unless I need to keep the cold out (seriously) because although there is a large tree obstructing most of the view, the skyline is a constant reminder of where I am and maybe to some extent, who I am. So I wake up and look out the window, which is, almost without variation, the first thing I do in the morning. There is snow coming down horizontally and with a vengeance.

I'm thinking to myself, this party has got to be canceled. People don't go outside in this weather. Except that they do. And I know this. But whenever there is any weather aberration, I feel hope that everything in the day will be canceled. This has thus far only happened once (the blizzard of 20+ inch snow). I bundled up in a shirt, sweatshirt, fleece jacket, snuggie, and winter jacket. Yes, I was sweating on the walk there. But here's my point: we put up with that kind of weather because first, everyone is so happy to arrive. That's all it takes to cause joy. Arrival: I have made it and now I can be warm.

And secondly, there are nights like tonight: cup of coffee, rainstorm outside and a big blanket thrown over your shoulders to talk with some friends or listen to some lectures. I really love it.

the world is too full to talk about

Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing, 
there is a field. I'll meet you there. 
When the soul lies down in that grass, 
the world is too full to talk about. 
Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' 
doesn't make sense any more.
-Rumi