Reed evenings are occasionally hard to come to terms with. After a while, it's hard to really believe that this is how I spend my Tuesday evenings. Coming out of bio lab at around four-thirty with the lovely Tamara, browsing through my books (which apparently someone in high school underlined), and then going to dinner were fairly usual for me - but still. I loved coming back to my room and sitting down with Earl Grey (yes, I'm a tea drinker, yes, I know, in the Pacific Northwest that's practically sacrilege) and the Oresteia to write a paper on Cassandra.
The paper didn't happen (or didn't get finished, anyways), but singing Abba with my friends did. Talking to the lovely Alexandra did. Starting a tumblr did. Sitting in my room and talking about Thucydides, folding laundry, remembering the difference between conjugation and declension (conjugation is for verbs, declension is for nouns), trying to explain to my boyfriend how going to South Africa when I was thirteen made me feel - all those things happened. And as for my French and my microbes project - I've got time tomorrow. That's what waking up early is for.
I'm off to bed, lovely readers, but I'll see you tomorrow!