hello children, please chill out

Why is it that I find myself reading things that make me frustrated with the world? And with such frequency. I should be ashamed of myself.

The thing is, I wind up feeling like girls my age are condescended to. (I do not think there is a readable way to make that sentence not end in a preposition, but fuck prescriptive grammarians anyway). The advice we get is flawed fundamentally, because it's always prefaced with, "I know! The world is so scary, right?!"

It's worth mentioning that guys don't seem to get this advice. Don't ask me to back this up with evidence, because I'm too lazy to find any, but it seems to me that the college advice targeted at guys is prefaced with "grunt Beer grunt Girls grunt No Parents grunt Sex... College!"

Of course, the advice-giving media has a vested interest in our continued need for advice. If the world is as big and scary as they say it is, and they're the ones with the answers, we're going to keep coming back. In real life, the best college advice I can think of is, "It's easier than you think."

• If you had any friends in high school, you'll have friends in college. If you didn't have any friends in high school, you'll probably still have friends in college, because college is bigger.
• If activities call out to you, you'll join them. If you find yourself having not joined any clubs or anything, either none of them have called out to you (which is fine), or you'll probably keep your eyes open for new stuff to join.
• Parties are fun and generally not scary.
• Classes in college are harder than classes in high school, but you're ready for them.
• You'll be so fine.

I hope that just one person frantically googling "How to transition to college" or "college freshman advice" or some nonsense like that (that I totally googled myself back in the day) happens upon me here and takes a deep breath and calms the hell down.

Love always,
Clara

things that people do that are awkward

1. When you're sitting in a room and, to make conversation, someone looking at a computer says, "Oh my god that's terrible!" The other people in the room exchange glances before someone inquires as to what is so horrible/great/hilarious. There's always the awkward pause when you think, maybe no one will ask, and then you'll never find out.

2. When you see someone that you sort of know in the bathroom, and you both sort of emit barely audible squeaking sounds. This is the least direct method of acknowledgement possible.

3. When you're doing something a little weird (e.g. buying lots of bananas to fill out a meal credit), and you see someone you know (weird things rarely go unnoticed). You make some self-deprecating comment (e.g. "I'm out of dining points! I have to use credits, and I don't want to waste them! I'm irresponsible!") and the other person agrees, and scolds you. (Being scolded in public, in general, is a weird thing.)

4. When you're waiting for cereal and the cafeteria workers are cleaning that counter, which is always covered in cereal. You wait for them to walk away (you smile so that they don't think you're being impatient), and then you pour your cereal and it goes everywhere. This is definitely because the bowls in the Ratty are so shallow, but you feel kind of bad.

Love always,
Clara

weird habits i've picked up lately

1) I've started working out again (that is not the weird part) (okay yeah, it's also kind of weird). I've been doing so in the Buxton workout room, which is much smaller, and I've never not been the only person in there. So now when I'm running (walking? fast?) and listening to music I sort of wave my arms about like a composer. No one can see me! Except when someone comes down the stairs and I have to make it look like I was reaching for my water bottle.

2) My new favorite food at the ratty is Lucky Charms, but I only eat the marshmallow bits.

David: What are you doing? It looks like you got two bowls of Alpha-Bits and ate none of them!
Val: Not Alpha-Bits. Lucky Charms! That's just what's left of them!

Val is opposed to this because I have to relocate the gross pieces to another bowl usually so that I can find the good pieces without making a mess. Obviously everything I do is in the interest of not making a mess.

3) I have become entirely dependent on the Providence Coffee Roasters' truck. It is dangerous to be so dependent on something that is inherently mobile.

Love always,
Clara

how to go to a frat party

I'm like, a super expert now.

• Think about what you're going to wear. Is there a theme? You want to look "in the theme," but you also want to look "sexy" and "not trying too hard."
• Pregame. Sit on your friend's room's floor and play bananagrams, and drink when you have to draw a tile. Alternatively, play a drinking game based on the Vietnam War. Make sure you are at least buzzed before departing, because otherwise you'll get cold. These drinks "don't count."
• Walk to the party in a group of seven or more people. No more than three of them should be pretty girls. 
• Blink at the line. Decide there must be another option.
• Try to get in through the back door. Argue with a brother named Dan about getting in. Dan is not having it. If you shotgun this beer, right now, will Dan let you in, you ask? No, Dan says, but he will give you a high five, and then tell you to get in line.
• One of your friends just remembered that her older sister used to hook up with the ex-president of the frat. You're in!
• Wow there are a lot of people in here.
• Decide you want a drink. Spend ten minutes trying to wiggle towards the bar. Accidentally grope no fewer than four strangers. Spill some of your drink while trying to escape the madness. You will do this several more times.
• You have lost your friends. Dance. 
• Find your friends. This is the most exciting thing ever to happen! You thought they had all died!
• Lose your friends again. Repeat.
• Find that guy who used to be in that club that you're in. Talk about the current state of that club.
• Find that girl from your English class who is really very drunk and talk to her for a little while. Tell her that you know that her ex is a douche, because your ex was also a douche, and that's exactly how logic works. She will be so glad that someone understands.
• Realize that it's hotter than the sun on the dance floor. Step outside for fresh air, but end up standing in a crowd of people smoking cigarettes.
• Go back and dance. Feel sweaty, and consider the fact that sweat is neither "in the theme" or "sexy." 
• Sweat could be sexy, right?
• Leave around 1:30, so that you have time to get mozzarella sticks before the diner closes. See other sexy-sweaty-theme-dressed people. Nod knowingly. You are all cool party-attending people now.
• Tomorrow, when people ask how it was, say, "It was fun. You know, super crowded, but it was a good time." 

Foolproof.

Love always,
Clara

since i've been gone

A number of things have happened.

• Blogger changed its user interface! You are unlikely to notice this, but from my side of the looking glass things are very different and new.
• I came back to college, have settled myself in, and am feeling just wonderful about it.
• My social life has taken several new turns, not the least of which being the Buxton house lifestyle (AFTERPARTY IN THE SUITE!)
• There was an earthquake! And a hurricane!
• Classes have started, and after briefly flirting with the idea of taking five classes, I realized that ENGN0090 is not at all my style, even if the professor is fantastic. Mom was wrong.
• I've realized I have things to blog about! And I look forward to blogging about them very soon.
• I decided to color code my class notes. I have a color set aside for "Insane professor quotes"
• I've begun to decorate my nails with sparkly stickers.

That's pretty much the gist of it. I've also taken to studying (read: rolling around in the grass) with Val. We have some pretty good times, mostly because I'm allergic to nature and all of the little particles get up inside my head and make me feel giggly. Grass is like catnip for Claras. Then I get a grass-hangover and want a nap.

Yesterday we discussed at length the ways I was misinformed about sexual activity as a child.

Dad: So you're half my DNA and half Mom's DNA, and so is your sister, and you both grew from an egg in your mom's tummy.

Me: But... how does the dad's DNA get to the mom's DNA?

Dad: ... When you get married, god does it.

Don't worry, I'm posting more later. (I know you were going to be worried. It's okay. Calm down.)

Love always,
Clara

reasons italy is great

• The men will stop their cars to tell you that you are fantastic.
• Gelato errday.
• Everything sounds cooler when you add "... in Italy" to the end.
• People wear harem pants in public all the time, which makes it socially acceptable.
• Italy is a country in which I have no family members.
• It makes American history look like a joke.
• Even the back alleys are pretty.
• I never really liked being thin anyway.
• It's acceptable to openly laugh at the strangers who hit on you.
• Everyone has a sexy voice.
• I've essentially forgotten that there is a drinking age anywhere in the world.
• Doing basic tasks becomes an adventure (e.g. "So today, I asked for directions, and I got them in Italian!")
• Strangers are so nice!

Love always,
Clara

names by which I have gone on the internet

clarabeyer
1998 - 2000. My dad set this email address up for me for some reason when I was like, six. I sent emails to my grandfather at F666666 and experienced Instant Messaging (tm) with CeCe Conner. (On that note, IMing is hard when you're not even sure about how to spell things.) This was back in the day when people didn't think their email addresses should have anything to do with their real names, so I was really quite progressive.

roklime104
2000 - 2003. I decided my real name was boring. Also, I liked the color lime green and I liked going rock climbing with my dad on sunday afternoons and I thought it was a subtle thing to imply that I "rokked," as it were. This was the same time that I developed a fear of heights, actually, and would climb up the wall with no difficulty only to have a panic attack at the top.

klairahgal48
2003 - 2007. I decided my real name was so boring that I couldn't even bear to use it in real life. My friends had names that started with the letter K and so I wanted to conform while making myself cool and different at the same time. At this time in my life, I tried to write novels that mostly focused on a girl named "Elizabeth" deciding to go by "Liza" when she moved to a new town. Also, my two first relationships developed on this IM account. In fact, they almost entirely existed on this IM account.

clarachick44@yahoo.com
2006. For some reason AIM was not enough. Victoria Thomas told me that Yahoo was the cool thing to have and we posted song lyrics as our away messages. I don't remember ever talking to anyone on this account.

clarazzle44
2007 - 2008. CeCe convinced me that this was a good idea. I was in that awkward phase where I realized that I do not spell my name with a K, but wasn't sure whether I wanted another fun handle or a "serious" email address. Also I had a thing for the number four, it appears. This was the time that I'm pretty sure all of us were "invisible" online all the time, just waiting to see.

@clarabellum
2008 - present. Twitter is the best. Mr. Abbott, my seventh grade advisor and American History teacher, used to call me that, because I was smart, I suppose. When I was constructing my new clever mature internet identity, this seemed like a way that I wanted to portray myself.

csb324
2008 - present. When I set this up, I knew I needed a gmail account but wasn't sure for what. I was in the mood to be cryptic (a la F666666) when most people on the internet were using their real goddamn names. Clara is countercultural as shit. You know. The standard.

Love always,
Clara

as productive as ever, really

The kids are playing risk. I'm sitting here trying to read about the international comparisons of health care systems. Focus, though, is a hard thing to gather.

Hannah: Did we win?
Andrew: Yes. By the skin of our trousers.
Hannah: Trousers don't have skin!
Dan: They do if they're human trousers.
Mark: They're skintight.

I've had all kinds of epic productivity plans today, and in fact I have done the following:

• Gone to Easter services.
• Eaten.
• Taken a nap.
• Walked to Tea in Sahara and then turned back.
• Discovered the new frozen yogurt place.

It's been a really good day.

Hannah: We should attack Iceland. Boop boop boop, pow!
Andrew: Those are noises.
Hannah: I think I made it perfectly clear what I want to do!

Love always,
Clara

sophomore

Mr. Cox once told us that the word "sophomore" comes from the greek words for "wise" and "fool". That sounds about right. I really don't know what to make of the whole idea of a second year of college in which one must decide what one is to be studying.
This is relevant because I preregistered for next semester this morning.

At the moment, I'm signed up for (or planning to sign up for):

• CLPS0610, Children's Thinking, because I am considering being a psych major, and I want to be able to go home and psychoanalyze little baby Ava.
• ANTH0300, Culture and Health, because it sounded interesting. That's really my only rationale.
• ENGN0090, Management of Industrial and Nonprofit Organizations, because I've heard it's a fantastic class, people are obsessed with the professor, and knowing how to run a business just seems like a practical skill to have*.
• HIST1460, History of the Modern Middle East, because someone told me this weekend that the professor is great, and it seems like one of those classes that helps you read the newspaper.
• VISA0100, Studio Foundations, because I want to be artsy, damn it (I'm in the lottery, so that might not happen, but I'm hoping it will).
• ITALXXXX, Italian of some kind, because I don't want to lose the italian that I learn this summer.

So, that's a lot of classes. This is the first semester that I've really gotten to take advantage of the fact that I know people who have taken certain classes and can ask them whether they're worthwhile. My mom used to say that she would just follow the good professors around, and that seems like a solid strategy.

Anyway, who knows what I'll actually end up taking. I didn't fully expect to find myself in Syntax this semester, and yet, that is where I will be in an hour, and I have not yet taken that nap... I should do that now.

Love always,
Clara

a few things

• I did not go to my Health Care section today, because I hate the TA, and I'm feeling tired. Tired in my mind might as well mean sick, so that's what I said. It's perfectly possible -- I had an allergy-attack in Syntax yesterday and Stefan has mono (which is worrisome for all of us; think, for a moment, of the solo cups). Anyway, I had planned to take a nap and care for my health and whatever else but it looks like that hasn't happened.
• There's a girl at my old school who I think fancies herself a photographer or a model or something (I will not say which old school this is, so as to preserve ambiguity). She takes pictures of herself wearing eyeliner and lipstick and leopard print and such, and then photoshops the textures out of her skin, and posts them on facebook in albums called "meeeeee :)". Every time someone comments "OMG you are so beautifulll xoxox" she comments back, so her photos get tons of comments and wind up on my newsfeed, and that sends me into this whole thought-spiral of -- since when are fifteen year olds actually pretty? (The attention-whore element of this is noted, but unsurprising.)

me, at the age of fifteen.

• I want warm weather to happen soon. Luckily, the universe seems to more or less bend to my will. It's going to be 58 and sunny tomorrow.
• There are at least two parties on friday and both look worth-going-to. Once more, the universe is bending to my will.
• I still want a nap.

Love always,
Clara

bullets mostly about zombies

• I've been tired lately, and when I get tired I stop trying to process the real world, and I feel like I'm dreaming all the time. It sounds like I'm high or something. I am honestly just tired, but it feels sort of lovely.
• Why are these called "bullet points"? Too aggressive.
• I tried sitting closer to the front of the class this morning. It did not influence my attention-paying.
• Last night I spent probably an hour killing zombies. It's zombie time.
• Julien used to play Plants vs. Zombies in the student lounge all the time. I wish I'd asked him about it then, because that's almost a full year of zombie killing that I could have been doing.
• If zombies can't swim (and they can't), can you drown a zombie?
• I always find myself with free time on monday afternoons and it is just lovely.
• Real email I just got from my mother -

Subject: Let me get this straight----

You want cowboy boots>>>????

• It was grey earlier but now it is sunny. My computer tells me it is 35 degrees, but I am inclined to tell my computer that he is wrong. I have no evidence; I haven't been outside in a couple hours.
• Where did the hours go? Zombie killing.
• Mr. P was always warning us about the zombies. That's why we should carry knives and know how to fire a gun. You need to be prepared when the zombies come.
• I read some Science News last night. It reminded me that I need to check my mail, but I feel like if I go to the building with the mailroom, I will encounter all kinds of problems. I'm always a mess over there.
• It turns out, a lot of my friends have zombie plans. I drew mine up at lunch today. I'll steal a boat and a gun and lots of food, drive down to the eastern shore, and, if need be, hop around the Chesapeake. I'm assuming the zombies will stay concentrated in urban areas for the most part.

Love always,

Clara

just a few things on my mind

1. I don't think anyone really thinks it through when they say that x is "a fraction of" y. Like, if I said I would sell you my iPod at a fraction of the normal price... 3/2 is a fraction! Anything could be a fraction! Except irrational numbers. I couldn't sell you my iPod for pi times the usual.

2. I have not left Keeney yet today. One part of me thinks I should get out of this building for the sake of not being in one building all night, and another part of me thinks, "but but Clara it's cold out and you really don't need to do anything out there! I don't want to put my coat on!" So far the latter faction is winning.

3. How the hell is it already 5 oclock?

4. They sell gummy vitamins at whole foods, for adults. This is the best thing that's happened to me in a while. I've got my gummy B12 vitamins by my side. Vitamin B12 is my favorite one, because it's a little bit like crack. And it now comes in raspberry wedges.

5. Every time I clean my room it becomes unclean again within the hour. I don't know why or how this happens. It's like there are messy elves living under my bed or something. Devious, malevolent messy elves. Alternatively, I'm just a slob and I don't realize it.

Love always,

Clara

goodbye, 2010, hello 2011

Last night was fantastic. It completely lived up to everyone's high hopes. I haven't had such a hilarious time in town in ages.

Also, I love champagne.

Me: I want to take a picture of the bottle of champagne in the snow and be like... poppin bottles on ice, like a blizzard.

I totally did do that, for the record.

Now it's 2011 and it's time to make resolutions! I'l try. No promises. I'm not big on having flaws to begin with (read: acknowledging flaws out loud).

1. Be less flakey.
2. I am only allowed to take out the trash when it is actually full.
3. Work out at least once a week.
4. Keep yourself organized.
5. If I'm going to take a nap, I should set an alarm to wake me up at a designated time.
6. Drink more water.
7. Be confident, because I'm fantastic.

Okay.

I think I can stick to most of those.

If not, I can just flake out. And break more. And be problematic. But fantastic!

Love always,

Clara

things one needs in college

I have an exciting announcement, and that announcement is that I want you to buy things!

I've signed up for Amazon Associates, so I'm going to be posting links to thing on amazon every once in a while, and if you end up buying those things or using those links or something, I getmoney.

Honestly, I'm only going to link to things that I actually think you should buy, because obviously if I linked to things that sucked, no one would buy them, and then everyone losesbecause I waste your time and I don't even get paid to waste your time. I'm not sadistic. Not really.

Anyway, I kind of want to experiment with this. Without further ado, a list of things I have decided one needs in college in new england, and links to buy these things if they strike your fancy.

The links are the pictures. Snazzy!

1. Rain Boots.

It rains here all the damn time. The thing about college though is that at home, when it rained, I had to try to stay dry on the 30 second walk from school to the tram stop. Here, classes can be legitimately across campus from one another, and there's a lot of rain-walking going on.

Um also let's try to get "rain-walking" to catch on. I'm thinking it could be a cool dance move.

2. Headphones

Mine are broken and it's killing me. Earbuds will not do the trick in college. I might end up buying these. They're selling at Urban Outfitters for like, sixty bucks, but you can get them online for basically half that, which gets me excited.

3. Coffee machine

You need one that doubles as a tea kettle, because sometimes when you steal someone else's tea kettle, they want it back. Ridiculous, I know. Anyway, coffee in the Ratty is terrible and I'd rather have my own in my room, and be able to make tea and soup and whatnot at my leisure.

And, on that note...

4. Starbucks VIA Instant Coffee. One of the flavored ones.

I'm actually somewhat obsessed with this. The unflavored ones taste like instant coffee (which is not the best thing to taste like), but the caramel flavored one tastes delicious. Apparently if you make it with steamed milk it's even better, but who the hell steams milk?

Also...

5. Swiss Miss Hot Cocoa Mix

Because who doesn't want hot cocoa when it's cold? (And of course I'm partial to the Swiss)

6. A cool book about linguistics

How else will people know how independently driven and curious you are? Read in public places.

Also, I just really like Steven Pinker, and if you're a fan of linguistics you should definitely read this. It's very cool.

7. A drinking camera

i.e. A camera that you won't worry about. I love Turtle the DSLR dearly, and I don't want anything to happen to him. Which is why I bought Lucy, refurbished, for $75. I can take her to frats without being too concerned about the repercussions. She's sturdy.

8. Wall decor

This poster is on my wall right now. It's great. Boring walls suck. I can't really give you any better reasons to buy a poster than that.

This is my new experiment, guys. Basically all I'm asking is that if you know you need to buy something off of amazon, you get there from here. Or not. It really doesn't matter.

Love always,

Clara

um, hi.

Let me tell you some facts about myself.

• I have brought no less than eight pairs of sunglasses to college.
• I have no idea what the fuck we talk about in Modern Culture and Media
• Somehow it looks like everyone has more work than me.
• I can't listen to songs on repeat. It ruins it. (Which is why I'm so OCD about my mix CDs)
• I'm actually OCD about a lot of things including: my rug being flat, my statistics on last.fm, where I sit in economics (mostly because it's caused problems in the past), and my ongoing scrabble games with my parents.
• Yeah, I play scrabble with my parents. I'm beating my dad at the moment.
• I get underestimated a lot.
• I have more scarves in my possession than some people have pants.
• I'm still figuring out the social-interaction thing.
• I'm afraid I'm often nostalgic for things that never existed.
• I'm allergic to nickel. This interferes with my love of cheap jewelry, or my unwillingness to spend more than $15 on a watch.
• Actually, I'm usually unwilling to spend more than $15 on anything at all, but somehow money still seems to fly away as soon as I get my hands on it.
• I name inanimate objects.
• I'm very protective of my music tastes. Some things are sacred, right?
• I wish I had more "awesome thrift store finds." So far, I have an oversized Ralph Lauren sweater, and an oversized polo shirt. I also had a very long pearl necklace that I got at a flea market in Neuchatel. For whatever reason, the only things that appeal to me in thrift stores are larger-than-usual prep staples.
• I miss the days when Death Cab for Cutie seemed to know everything about me.
• I make weird faces in pictures, because I'm fairly certain I'm going to end up looking weird anyway, and I'd rather it be on purpose.

I felt like I hadn't blogged anything substantial today.

This feels substantial now.

Good.

Love always,

Clara

the bird is the word

So right now I'm excited because twitter used a Freelance Whales song in their new-format-unveil video.

Can I just talk about twitter for a second?

I am a little bit obsessed with it. The twitter app on my phone was broken for a little while back there, and it made me so sad. Let me tell you why-

1. Remembering things. A lot of times something funny happens, I tweet about it so that I remember to mention it on the blog later.
2. Communicating with my awesome twitter-buds. This is also useful when I have a twitter-based nervous breakdown and people who know me in real life ask whither my mind has gone.
3. Showcasing my brilliant iPhone photography. Ish.
4. Drunk tweets.
5. Stalking people on their own terms. On twitter, people are sort of asking to be stalked, but they're the ones feeding the information in, so I think it's okay.
6. A reminder that Justin Bieber is still relevant in many parts of the world. Actually wait, I'd rather not have that all over my home page, thanks.

Anyway. All of yall should join twitter. It's phenomenal.

Also, listen to Freelance Whales.

That's all for tonight. Maybe I'll give you more authoritarian demands tomorrow. We'll see.

Love always,

Clara

four days until i leave, and this is what i've got

Things found in one of my college suitcases:

1. No fewer than four scarves
2. Hooker boots
3. Several white T shirts
4. A leopard print Snuggie (tm)
5. A little globe. (It's blue!)
6. Some anarchist art
7. My Mclean Youth Lacross windbreaker from sixth grade.

Still the only windbreaker I own. I can't imagine how big that must have been on my 6th-grade self.

I feel like college is a joke.

A very funny one, at that.

Love always,

Clara

not even if it were in malibu!

I tried to explain the premise of The Purity Myth to Grace last night.

I'm not sure I got anywhere.

Now I'm at home wondering what to do with myself. I'm organizing a night out tomorrow night, so that's something, but right now I'm at home telling my parents that no, I wouldn't like to play cards with them, actually.

Obviously, in my spare time I talk to David about political issues.

Me
and you know the area around ground zero isn't all hallowed ground anyway
David
sometimes i think there should be stimulus spending for cocktails
Me
there's a strip club on the same block
and GOOD IDEA
boost the economy AND calm everyone down
David
are you saying strip clubs are not hallowed ground?????????????????

We are such serious pundits. There is definitely a talk show career for the both of us somewhere out there.

Now we're discussing the fact that he didn't end up going to Pepperdine.

David
im still sad i am not living in malibu though, but i realized it would be like going to rehab for 4 years
Me
i'd rather not go to rehab
even if it WERE in malibu
David
thats like amy whinehouse, only polite rich girl remix
Me
hahahaha
David
"i'd rather not go to rehab even if it were in malibu no no no!"

David comes up with the greatest song lyrics. Here's a list.

Reasons David should be a Lyricist:

1. "I aborted my crush on you! hoo hoo hoo!"
2. "Blame it on the ve-e-e-e-e-eggie cheese!"
3. "i'd rather not go to rehab even if it were in malibu no no no!"

David should put this blog post on his resume because I am recommending so many professions for him.

Kyle

i totally walked past your house today

That's not creepy at all.

Love always,

Clara

things that make me smile

This seems like a valid and worthwhile exercise.

• Proper grammar.
• Marina and the Diamonds
• Postcards (but not sending them)
• Pretty photography
• Ellie Goulding
• Being obsessed with my music statistics on last.fm (link on the right, for the curious)
• There's this bouncy ball that my boss had on her desk and I've stolen it and now it's on my desk and I play with it when my attention span crashes and burns (as it tends to do)
• My iPhone
• When grown women read Twilight as if it were some kind of legitimate literature
• Coleridge
• Keats
• Kerouac
• Camus
• Alliterations that make me sound perhaps more intellectual than I am
• "Indeed." "Indeed what?" "Indeed speaks for itself!" "Oh? And what does it have to say?"
• An Alaskan Silverwolf typing up a quick confidentiality agreement on his treehouse iMac
• Little Weirdo stories
• Big dogs
• Little dogs
• Chili dog
• Wikipedia
• Beans on toast, and the associations this snack now has
• Naked romps that lead to jail (Buy yourself some clothes at a rummage sale! Naked plans lead to epic fails!)

I acknowledge that this list probably stopped making sense about halfway through.
That's okay. This is my blog and I don't have to be comprehensible if I don't feel like it.

Love always,
Clara

things found while clearing off my bed

• A computer chip
• Five (5) programs for Potomac Graduation
• A photocopy of my insurance card
• My diploma
• Four (4) science-related magazines
• A dinner knife

To which I say... what the fuck?

My bedroom is a disaster zone right now.

Hopefully I can somewhat get my shit together before the beginning of epic-euro-trip-2010, which is going to be fantastic, by the way, if you were wondering.

Non-sequitur: I am always hungry.

Love always,

Clara