I just realized how much just got reshaped. I was reading old posts from Harvard because I rediscovered this text file with names of people I knew there so that I may be able to find them again one day: I went through nearly all two months in the process of slacking off from my Intro Islam Midterm (which, I might say, was harder than my qual. FUCKER). And then of course, a post of my mum's reminded me of this thing I keep trying to remember that I wrote ages ago, about how we are like mirrors, paper birds... I could have sworn I wrote it in my livejournal, but I couldn't find it. Instead I found my credo, which I read out loud to myself.
And I realized just now, after having picked a bunch of flowers on the way around school today, I brought them home and wanted to put them in a vase on my desk. After having put the daffodil Goldfish gave me in an old Kombucha bottle similarly.
Back in the day- I had forgotten this- I had brought my big yellow vase with me to Boston (or did I buy it there? I could swear I see it in my mental pictures of Orcas) and insisted on always having flowers in it. It was nicest to have sunflowers, but there were roses too sometimes. There was a flower shop directly across the street from my window: they had nice rabbits. Although I don't think I bought flowers there...
But today, I am remembering. I remember because I've been nagging on Ethan, now, to stop apologizing: the poor kid has got himself stuck in a double because he knew he was the only one who would be willing to bend. But I keep poking him, and forgetting why. As well, I wrote a quick paper, one of three for this midterm I mentioned already, about my questions about Islam and our class: and it came up in it (as it has come up in a lot of my rage at KGB) that my belief systems often remain unspoken. I wrote in my credo that, once I accept something as truth, it becomes part of the weft of the fabric of my existence, not seen but extremely important to how I live and act. So this apology thing... Now I want to just send my credo to Ethan, but that would be way too much information to share with him.
And beyond propriety, I am so not worried
Sorry, right at that point Rob called, and then we talked for four hours straight, and then spent another two hours hanging out with other people in the common room. So I'm completely derailed from whatever I was saying =P
Expect another post shortly though, I have a brief note on feminism I want to write down and get opinions on.