Little things
Sometimes the universe (in this case, Karen) reminds me that one of my favorite people on the planet refers to himself as “Associate Professor and ϝαναξ of Classics”, and suddenly I don’t hate everything quite so much.
In the breaking of tragic news there is no transition. One minute a concept stands, the next it lies smashed, and for those affected the world has altered irrevocably.
Guillam was doodling on the sheet of paper before him: a flower, then petals, then rain falling on the flower. Connie was beaming at Sam as if it were his wedding day, and her baby eyes were brimming tears of excitement. Di Salis, as usual, was jiggling and fiddling like an old engine, but his gaze also, as much as he could fix it anywhere, was upon Sam.
John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy
I’ve been bad at reading these past couple of months, but I am diligently making my way through this book. There’s something really lovely about this particular passage, which describes their reactions when something Sam says substantiates their suspicions.
Also, I think George Smiley is becoming one of my favorite fictional characters of all time. ‘There was a bit of the failed priest in old George, and the older he grew, the more prominent it became.’
Now thanks to me forgetting to set my Kindle loan to 21 days instead of 7, I have a few hours to read 60% of this book. My weekends are so exciting, you guys.
using hashtags to spell out my Tumblr name like all the cool kids are doing
excuse my handwriting this class always has a shitload of notes
unfortunately all i ever taste is the bitter flavor of failure
suck it, Latinists!
he is such a good advisor though
Tangentially related: I go by ‘Eush’ in real life and also professionally (lol), so much so that when people I meet for interviews and work and such ask me if it’s short for anything, I have to stop and think about it for a second, and then say ‘Eushabel, I guess?’, like I’m not sure of my own full first name, because saying it feels unnatural.
Introducing the class of 2012 senior supper farewell video: The Hangober. Enjoy!
One day, I will shut up about college, but apparently three years on is still not that day.
Don't question me
- Me: Could I have an affogato, but instead of vanilla could I get the salted caramel?
- Barista: Are you sure? The flavors might not—
- Me, in my head: I WILL DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES JUST GIVE ME WHAT I WANT
- Me, aloud: I'm sure it'll be fine.
Have I told you lately how much I love Chris Parnell? Because I do.
My name is Parns, P to the A-arns!
Stupid bargains up at all the Pottery Barns!
I have had quite the day, so I’m having a nice cup of coffee to finish it off. (Taken with instagram)
Defense mechanisms
- Lady selling rosaries: Would you like to buy a rosary?
- Me: No, thank you.
- LSR: Oh come now, surely a good Catholic—
- Me: Sorry, but I'm not Catholic.
- LSR: (turns away and hurries off)
I had some time to kill at Intramuros today, so I followed the trail of Anti-Reproductive Health Bill stickers until I found Manila Cathedral.
