In other news, I'm still enjoying having nothing to do, and I've taken the opportunity to read non-school things and watch movies so far. I've also been cooking and have decided I need to make a greater effort to eat healthy. It's easy to eat nothing but sweets around this time of year, and I've definitely hit the point where I feel kind of gross and don't want anymore. So I've been loading up on veggies and am trying to find interesting new things to do with them - if you have any suggestions, please let me know!
So after I finish this blog post, I'm going to hit the road for a while, then I'll shower and get dressed (in my new clothes!), then the one thing I want to get done today is to write a letter to Michelle. Are you reading this, Michelle? I am going to write you a long overdue letter today. I'm thinking about going to Barnes and Noble to do it, just to get out of the house for a while and have an excuse to treat myself to some yummy tea or a Frappuccino or something. Oh right. Eating healthy. Maybe I'll stick with the tea.
The other things I guess I should update you on are as follows:
- I checked my grades the other day and am very pleased with them. Hooray for a successful first semester of grad school! (Not that grades matter that much anymore, but it's always good to get positive feedback.)
- Since I got some money for Christmas, I went clothes shopping the other day and bought some much needed new jeans, as well as some corduroy pants that were on sale and a few cute tops.
- I am leaving for the Bahamas on Friday!!
Since I haven't been very good about taking pictures lately, I hope this will suffice. I wrote it a few weeks ago. You can consider it a belated Christmas present, if you like. Here's to the end of a very interesting 2008!
Berkeley in November
is a failed watercolor
(the kind no one wants because the colors have all run together).
More than that: nothing even matches.
The earth is a parched and dirty brown,
but the trees have somehow regained their lush green
just in time to signal the transition to fall.
(Think of a broken traffic light
that switches on and immediately turns a garish yellow.)
And the sky! Who would think to swirl together such hues of
rose
burnt orange, dirty white
charcoal and cyan?
Frankly it’s all a bit too Thomas Kinkade for my tastes;
the houses glow with luminescent warmth,
the purplish hills come alive with twinkling lights
as the sun sets into the sea.
I just don’t buy it –
the real world is not rendered in such a palette.