Nobody knows the names of those birds.

I tried this again, and to be honest with you, it’s a great way to throw your feelings into the open, but I feel fantastic, and nobody wants to hear about it, and it doesn’t make a difference to the world anyways. I have an awesome love life, and I’m only inspired to write in this blog when I’m down in the dumps over that sort of thing. And so I don’t think that a personal blog is for me.

Recently I’ve come to the realize that I need to form a consensus on what I’ll be doing with my life, and I think I’d like to try my hand in journalism, whether in a scientific or medical field. You guys may see me around here sometime, trying to gain a following and some form of experience in that persuasion. I recently read about a PopSci internship I’d like to take next year/summer, and knowing where science news comes from and how to relay it will be an important part of scoring this job. As such, it’s for the best if I attempt to cut out all of the writing I do here, as it’s far too impulsive and casual and I don’t want any of that style to leak into my other writing.

If I do start some sort of science news blog, however, drop me a message if you care for the link. I won’t leave you kids hanging.


Oh, fuck it.

We walked through a streetlight-lit park and held hands and spent all night trying to stay warm as it snowed up a storm. I honestly can’t worry, with how many times you said you loved me tonight. Things are alright.

Chai tea and much needed sleep tonight.


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Little Motel - Modest Mouse from We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank

“Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and,
They both tell me that we’re better than this”