g-race. y.
finals are near
killing that christmas cheer
first comes chem 145
like pouring acid on a good vibe
then comes ma amie français
une bonne marque, je voudrais
finally there is math
riemann sum, get out of my path
just had to crank out a poem
before i go crazy from this library’s tone
now i really should go home.
ahh! i miss you guys so much! i will see you all in 23 days, except for rootard, who has to go to mexico (pshh). i promise i still exist all the way out here…though when i come back please expect a far paler version. and you may have to de-thaw me. anyways, air hugs from minnesota! :3
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the view from my dorm staircase. yesterday i went running, and the sky was this dusky pink. if i had taken this picture earlier, there would have been a double rainbow to the right of the tower. a good birthday present, oh yes.
sup tumblr.
it’s been awhile, what can I say? I’m afraid my life has been going by in a blur and it’s a bit hard to pick out the details and tell you all about it. i’ve found a nice group of people that i really like, but of course i miss you guys oh so much! all i can say is that i’m going to miss that 5 AM wake-up that reminds me that it’s my birthday.
sorry that is extremely vague…but hey, i still exist, still living it up, the only thing is i’m in freaking Maine.
Being a mule doesn’t seem so bad.
Maine is honestly like another country. Imagine sitting on a long train ride from France to the south, say Aix. Along the way you zoom past towns nestled on the banks of rivers, almost hidden by the trees. Maine is much the same, often over-looked but always along the way.
The east coast makes itself known not in a sense of prepiness, rude behavior, or extremely wealthy people, but in more historical aspects that make you feel a little bit closer to colonial times. The New England vibe has a style of its own that far surpasses the negative stereotypes that the west coast tends to give.
And Colby?
Its such a concentration of kind-hearted people. I seen so many different faces, forgot so many names, smiled so many times…They say the first week is the worst. If this is the worst, next week will probably be amazing.
P.S.
Orientation had an oxygen bar, laser tag in an inflatable bubble, poker, and gelato. And my roommates are pretty tight. AND…two running buddies! Booyahhh.
