I smell so bad! Better deodorant is in the cards.


Hey, I’m moved in!

Things are great. I’ve still got a few more things to bring, though. Eh.

My roommates are fun to be with, and mellow. Mellow is so nice right now. And my room is fun, too. I slept so well last night; W. Main puts me to sleep. The trains don’t even wake me up. I like their sound, even their horns. In fact, I hear one way off in the distance right now. Long, long, short, long. Love it.

deth p sun!

I’ve had a sudden urge to read. I hadn’t realized it until a few minutes ago just how many books I have in my possession that I’d actually like to read. Who knows if I’ll stomach any of them. Maybe one, maybe all. The point is, I’ve never been so excited to read something in my recent life. I see this as good.

i’m sick of this blog

gray sky, green water, beautiful day

I’ve seldom had such a wonderful experience in solitude today. I spent the afternoon in South Haven about a mile north of the state park—no one was out there! It was cloudy but still beautiful. Out across the water you could see rain spill out onto the lake—as soon as the clouds arrived, however, all was dried up. I was half hoping for the rain. I went dune exploring, but grew too tired to continue after awhile. The hot sand and beach grass was brutal on my bare feet; the views were amazing regardless. I attempted to take some artsy photographs of my footprints and such, but I don’t know how well those will turn out. Probably not at all. (Speaking of pictures, I need to develop all my old rolls. I can’t wait.) Eventually, I made my way into the water and splashed around until boredom set in. Swimming alone is slightly strange—I felt as if I was missing something—maybe a friend, maybe a toy. After that, I read on a log. There were lady bugs everywhere, both dead and living.

I have to stop. I could go on forever. I, I, I. Enough about me.

excuse my recent quotes

“Though perhaps my best moments I never jot down; when they come I cannot afford to break the charm by inditing memoranda. I just abandon myself to the mood, and let it float on, carrying me in its placid ecstasy.”

– Walt Whitman, Specimen Days