So I'm leaving for Tampa Bay tomorrow on a bus for 20-odd hours. OH JOY. Packing has been a blast. If you enjoy folding clothes over and over and then packing them and trying to find room to squeeze them into your suitcase. If you don't enjoy such activities, then you probably wouldn't have found it entertaining.

School and all has been insane recently. It's been great, mostly, some major surprises and minor disappointments but for the most part life is good and very, very busy. I've been feeling very nostalgic. Found out some stuff about my family that I didn't know before, so that's probably just added to it. Spring is finally coming and it has been a very Harmonious weekend spent on Portkey's archives (so far).

Six word poem of the day:

Outward, weary traveler: the universe waits.

Today I went and got Chipotle and saw the school play (the Crawfather as an Asian mother?!!!) and got some books and I saw that IT WAS GOOD.

Yesterday I wrote two really fun sonnets in English! So hooray poetry.

Which reminds me.

Six-word poem of the day (thank you Ernest Hemingway):

Unstopped worldwide genocide, and everyone's guilty.