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Valentine Shmalentine.

Walking down the street I often see people holding hands, doing the relationship thing. It hurts a little bit when I see people look so blissfully happy with one other person. But then I stop and think about it, and realize that I don’t have time to walk slowly hand in hand with someone! Date nights? More like homework-and-study nights. Would he really want to walk me home at 2 am after I’m done studying? That’s not fair to either of us. 

It’s not so much that I don’t want a significant other. But in the logical sphere of things, it just doesn’t make sense for me to have one at the moment. 

Which is not to say Valentines’ Day will be a bore, or a sobfest. In fact, I believe very firmly in celebrating my singleness, as do my roommates, with a Single Awareness Party (the one with a boyfriend is not invited). And at the same time, I am beyond excited to cherish and remember that I am loved, not by one particular person, but by all those I am surrounded by: My friends, my family, my roommates, my classmates. 

Love is all around you, and Valentine’s Day is just the one time a year we stop to remember that on a large scale. Try not to forget it the rest of the days. 

Crazybusypeople

I keep reading the coolest college blogs in lieu of actually doing my homework, and it finally hit me: Duh, this is the new thing. And I know tumblr is meant to be a picture-driven site, but you’ll just have to bear with me as I indulge in my new line of posts (with what hopefully resembles regularity) about the life of a busy college student.

I mean BUSY. Not just a little but a lot. I and my roommates often don’t make it back home until later-than-decent hours, and it’s rarely because we were raging downtown. 

This blog is still about happiness. But not everyone can afford to life the sipping-on-coffee, reflective lifestyle that we all wish for. So how do you find happiness in the confines of tolling bells and exam cram sessions? 

My heart never left this city. One day I’ll go back and find it and pick it up, and continue wearing it on my sleeve until I fall in love with another place.

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dallasclayton:

COLLEGE

If the days have come and gone
when your mattress was on the floor
with no frame
and no sheet
(it was hung over the window)
 
and you’ve moved beyond a place
where people draw on the microwave with markers

good luck on your journey
toward purchasing a horse
and riding it across the island
of your choosing.

If those days have not yet arrived
take caution
they move quickly
more so than you can predict
and should be savored while at hand

for soon you will be
pursuing said horse
and charting a map for said island
and those items cost.

Cost big.

Fact

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Dreaming of summer, dreaming of travel, dreaming of new. 

I hate New Year’s Resolutions

Particularly the ones that go, “I am going to lose ten pounds and get straight As and meet the perfect man and make seven new friends and go to thirteen different cities and make $50,000 in bonuses.”

What if you made $49,000 and lost 11 pounds? Did you meet your resolution? Does the B+ in your Fine Arts class really count? Or better yet, can you curve your goal to account for the fact that you took Calculus for Engineering majors, and eked out a B? 

More importantly, who really cares? If you didn’t lose ten pounds, are you going to beat yourself up, or deny yourself playtime for the next year? 

I prefer to set the same resolution every year: Do everything again, better. 

It’s simple but incredibly difficult. I am resolving that I should live better than I did last year. And excuse me for tooting my own horn, but that means I’ve got a whole lot to live up to. 

But at the same time, I made so very many mistakes - the kind that absolutely go on the Regrets list - and I know that in order to be satisfied with myself on the eve of my 21st birthday, I must have at the very least not made those same mistakes. 

So every year I will continue to make the ultimate resolution to be better than last year, and every year I will achieve at least 1% of my goal, and continue to work towards being better, until slowly, very slowly, I get closer to becoming the very best I can be. 

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I want a chalkboard in my house so we can send secret messages to each other.

interiors-porn:

via elle decor

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