Huge Mess.

For all of my minimalist tendencies, my apartment is a complete mess right now.

I’m going through another one of those phases where I try to whittle down the stuff I own. This week that has meant going through four plastic tubs filled with old notebooks and various keepsake miscellania. I’m trying to put as much of the random stuff as I can into binders. I’m sure you’re deeply invested in all of this.

Also, all of the stuff for all of my classes are just organized into weird stacks right now. It looks like this:

If minimalism is supposed to look like this:

Right now my apartment looks like this:

That isn’t even a photo, BTW, that is actually a live video feed of the inside of my apartment.

I’ve realized that grad school has affected my life thusly: I have gotten so bad at everything that it is now basically funny how bad I am at everything.

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Adventure-bound.

This weekend I get to go visit some of my family in Sacramento and we are going to go white water rafting! How much fun does that sound like? Jealous much?

I have been rafting once before – though it was a long time ago – and I remember that there is really only one thing you have to remember: don’t fall out of the boat.

Well, as someone who has made a life out of falling out of boats (both real and metaphorical) I am looking forward to what will most certainly be an adventure.

This also allows me to do one of the other things I like most to do in the world, namely, fly with just a carry-on. I do not know why this makes me tingle with joy, but it always. I guess it makes me feel like a ninja! Other terribly mundane things that I love and which make me tingle: checking into hotels, looking at jackets in thrift stores, ordering room service, running my hands along the spines of books in used book stores.

Anyway, I am looking forward to a fun weekend. In eager anticipation I have composed the poem below:

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