My midnight snacks (while studying Chinese art history) are slices and slices of chicken and gallons and gallons of tea. The older I get, the more I realize I am my mother’s daughter through and through.

I crashed Tuesday night and slept for about 15 hours, only to wake up and drowsily float through all of Wednesday. After a persisting sore throat and headache this morning, I’ve finally conceded to the possibility that I am actually sick. I get whiny and grouchy when my normally-robust health suddenly deteriorates (this time is no exception), and to have no one nurse me back to health? I’m a slight wreck. It has barely been 24 hours and I’m already so sick of being sick!

Anyway, I must have had some raging fever last night, because I had the most vivid and horrifying nightmares. I nightmared (“dreamt” would connote things too positive!) that my mother’s body was wrapped in this black bag and thrown down an ice chute (like a trash chute but for ice?) and I was informed by these strangers that she had died. I remember screaming in the nightmare and then I opened my eyes to a half-drenched pillow, myself still in mid-sob. Still in that state between awake and asleep, I called my mom immediately, told her “I had a nightmare,” and when she asked, “What was it about?” I started crying all over again. It was comforting to hear her voice, and it was all I needed to quell my tears, but man, I haven’t been that hysterical in a while. Sunny was just getting ready to go to school when I called, and after my mom explained to her why I had called, she quipped, “Well. She’s still here!”

Went grocery shopping today and bought some asparagus, which I had been craving for a while, pasta sauce, pasta, DayQuil, and five boxes of cereal. I can honestly open a cereal store with all the cereal I have in my cupboards, it’s the best part of my life right now.

I am sore all over and I need to read The Blithedale Romance by tonight. Thanks, Hawthorne, for yet another book I dread to unravel. And I thought I rid of you five years ago!

Elliott Smith died six years ago to the date, and I still have random times in the week where I wish he was still alive and writing. Such a talented, talented man. Here’s my favorite song; it literally took my breath away the first time I ever heard it </cheesiness, sappiness, etcetera>.

Just got home from seeing/working the Sounds in the Hub. It was an excellent show; those Swedes are beautiful and know how to work a crowd. Now it’s 2 in the morning and I am exhausted. Showertime, bedtime, dreamtime, send Thursday-page-out-to-Carol-time, classtime, studytime, writetime, blah blah blah.

I’m pretty much finished with the Sherwood poster; this being-inspired and conceptualizing and designing thing takes so much of my time, but seeing my designs around campus and just relishing in the work itself, I realize I haven’t enjoyed anything this much since I last designed posters for the annual RFC in Shanghai. I don’t mind this work at all — there’s a thrill and joy and giddy contentment in the stress, and I feel like I could do it forever.

I’m excited to start looking for train tickets back to the Bay for Thanksgiving (Sunny said, “怎麼那麼久?”) and plane tickets to Phoenix in December!

This is a pretty half-assed post, but I think it’s forgivable.

Chocolates, specifically Butterfingers, Nutty Bars, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, stand for 67% of my diet today. Yesterday and the day before weren’t any better. It’s getting a little out of hand, and I don’t know why! My body better explain itself pretty soon before I freak out and whine to everyone around me.

I need to complete another poster (the deadline I set for myself is tomorrow night), but inspiration is running dry and I’m not sure what to do. I’m halfway through and completely frustrated; I set up the basic idea, but the little adornments and details aren’t coming out — and without them, this poster’s going to remain a useless amalgam of muted greens and yellows.

I’m finally putting the polaroids on my wall, but I couldn’t finish that task either. I taped a third of them on and they’re not looking the way I wanted, but it’s at the point where I’m too far in to start over. I most likely will take them off and start over again, but for tonight, I’ll be sleeping against a half-decorated wall.

I included the link to my iPhone photo project as one of my header links. I’ve been good with uploading so far (it’s been a whopping three days!); I hope I keep it up.

GPOYW - Napped for two and a half hours; it’s been a sleepy, sleepy day. I’ve also discovered that the Arts Library is my favorite place on campus. I love it, it has every book I’ve wanted to read. I wandered into the Bosch section, as well as the Klimt shelves, and checked out Gustav Klimt: Painter of Women. I’m so excited to read it, I wish I didn’t have other (mandatory) reading to do.

Yesterday, my iPhone suddenly shut off and wouldn’t turn on again; luckily, former-Apple-genius-eternal-life-genius Dave guided me through what to check and how to fix it. It returned to life after a force restart, but I really want to know why it shut off in the first place. I’m just hoping it doesn’t decide to do this again.

In other iPhone news, I’ve started a Flickr dedicated to my meaningful (to me) iPhone pictures (mostly filtered by the Camera Bag app). It’s my personal little project (grandiose term for a what it actually is, but I don’t know how else to put it) and I’m hoping to keep it up. I found a very minimalistic Flickr viewer, so that has greatly motivated me to keep on taking random photos and posting them on immediately. I’ll post the link once I get a few more pictures on it.

Sometimes my hair behaves, and seriously, it is pretty awesome.

Of course, at the same time, my skin will have to act up to balance and maintain some level of imperfection. Up until college, I had been lucky with fairly-clear skin, so having three obscenely noticeable, red blemishes on my forehead, beside my nose, and above my lip make me want to hide in a hole. I’ve been applying creams and ointments like crazy, but nothing’s worked at all. Annnnnd I like that my longest paragraph is about my skin. Sooooo…

In other news, I (as a part of ASPB) got comp tickets to Blink 182 and the Aquabats tomorrow-technically-today! I know. I KNOW. I KNOW!

On the topic of music, I’ve been binging on a few I am insanely passionate about at the moment:

Kings of Convenience - Declaration of Dependence
Having this makes me feel bad (see the message on their MySpace), but at least I can say it’s really good?

The New Pornographers - Challengers
Just… man.

The Color Bars - Kairos at Infinity
Honestly, as if I needed to be reminded as to why having Dave in my life is awesome, THIS JUST SEALED MY MUSICAL DEBT TO AND DEPENDENCY ON HIM. I can’t even describe how amazing this is. While I like listening to all of a band’s albums before I rank them as a favorite (and I have yet to listen to Making Playthings), I am really tempted to just say they’re a favorite already.

And of Montreal is still there all day every day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And midnight snack.

My grandmother always says: “to ensure consuming the entire alphabet of vitamins and nutrients, you should include as many colors of the rainbow as you can in the food you eat.” All “what about food coloring?” jokes aside, I took this to heart today and created the most nutritious collegiate meal.

Mac & cheese & broccoli?
Two* out of three primary colors?

Yes plz.

* The bowl is a part of the meal!