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The Mind Has Mountains: May 2010
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Two hour naps are life changing (and other good news). I may actually finish my homework before midnight tonight. I won't have to teach or give a talk for the rest of my time in Catford ward (fingers crossed). Shortened classes tomorrow and an afternoon string quartet concert (nap time? We have nutella again. Two more class days and then we're off to the Liverpool and the Lake District! Additionally, I can do anything good:. Pictures again are forthcoming. Perhaps even on this very blog. Just a few more ...
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The Mind Has Mountains: June 2010
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Now I just have to finish my last poli sci assignment (while watching harry potter). Last day in London tomorrow! It's kind of surreal. A Day in the Life. 6:45 AM: Reluctantly roll out of bed, traipse down seven flights of stairs to help set up breakfast. 10:30 AM: Wake up after a long and winding coach ride, tour Dover Castle and gaze longingly at the white sandy beaches below. 1:45 PM: Explore Canterbury Cathedral, reenact the assassination of Thomas Beckett at the high alter. Keep Calm and Carry On.
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The Mind Has Mountains: October 2010
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Mincing up the morning, slightly bored. I hate when people steal my favorite napping couches. She's not even sleeping.). And vending machine dinners. And 12 hour days on campus. But work is fun. And I'll be 21 in two days. Also, if anyone knows how to embed song links in blogger with yahoo media player will they pleaseeee enlighten me? I've wasted far too many homework-hours trying to figure this out. That's all. I'll just be attempting a Bon Iver-induced nap in very noisy hallway. It’s as if a pup...
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The Mind Has Mountains: April 2011
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Isn't this a clever advertisement for reading? I am so excited for justforfun reading this summer. So far, my list includes. The Last Report on Miracles At Little No Horse. Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. Food Rules: An Eater's Manual. In All Their Animal Brilliance. And that's all for now. Any suggestions? And it feels so good. First and third images via weheartit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. C jane enjoy it. Mike and Naomi Merrill.
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The Mind Has Mountains: August 2011
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Dear lonely, neglected blog,. Here are some things I'm loving lately. How To Talk To Little Girls". I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then. 8211;–Michael Cunningham, The Hours. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Mind Has Mountains: September 2010
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I know it's been awhile, but I think I haven't failed at blogging yet. Remember, I'm a casual. Blogger. Not quite a real blogger. Anyways. I'm so sick of this pseudo-fall weather. September in Provo is filled with mealy apples and sweaty treks up to campus. I could do with a crisp Pacific NW fall day anytime soon. Three things I found interesting/inspiring this past week:. First, a poem that stood out to me after seemingly endless hours of poetry reading for my creative writing class. I'm not quite sure ...
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The Mind Has Mountains: February 2011
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So much depends upon. 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda. Or rather, the lack thereof can render five-dozen cookies completely mushy and inedible. There goes an entire bag of chocolate chips and an hour of my Sunday evening. At least the apartment smells nice. When I slept more than six hours at night. And I woke up in time to apply eyeshadow. Instead of just a barely noticeable trace of mascara. And I changed out of the shirt I slept in. And I did all of my poli. sci. reading. Face It. You Lost It. 8 am staff ...
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The Mind Has Mountains: April 2010
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So much to do and so little time. And that's all for tonight! Although stay tuned for the following post. And I apologize in advance for the formal tone. Just Touched Down in Londontown. We'll see. No promises. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. C jane enjoy it. Another Eagle From Our Nest. Mike and Naomi Merrill. 20 reasons why it rocks to be single (and not dating). Seriously, so blessed! What Would a Nerd Wear. TheSartorialist.com RSS Feed. So much to do and so little time.
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The Mind Has Mountains: November 2010
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Thanksgiving really is such a tease. A five-day taste of freedom followed by a prompt return to three weeks of papers, finals and sleepless nights in the library. Kind of a freezing hell. Is it bad that I've come to associate the Christmas season with finals? Last Christmas" now brings memories of test anxiety, sore throats and rushing to the airport with a massive sleep debt. However, my end-of-semester to-do list isn't looking too. Write and polish Shakespeare research paper. Marriage and Family Final.
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The Mind Has Mountains: Dear lonely, neglected blog,
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Dear lonely, neglected blog,. Here are some things I'm loving lately. How To Talk To Little Girls". I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then. 8211;–Michael Cunningham, The Hours. View my complete profile.
