Monthly Archives: June 2014


I finally remembered what I was supposed to say last time. I’m trying to shake my apathy for all things academic, and in doing so I’m doing research. Not physics research, since I don’t really feel up to that yet. I’ve decided to just sort of pick something and go with it, and to take any tangents I might come across. This should, in theory, keep my mind moving into a bunch of different avenues at once, which should help with making connections. I’ll be looking at all the sources I can get my hands on.

I thought a lot about what I should start with. I decided to go back to an old and forgotten interest: plague. It was the Newsflesh books that did it, I think–I started thinking a lot about the believability of the disease Grant sets up in her books. It reminded me of reading a rather graphic book about the yellow fever epidemic in Philadelphia in primary school (a book I will be looking for in the near future). I also remembered an article from Global II about the Black Plague. I was a very morbid person from about eleven to fifteen, and things like this–the more graphic the account the better–fascinated me.

I decided these things still fascinate me. I’ve also decided that the 1300’s are a much more interesting time period than the late 1800’s. So I’ve begun to read about the Black Plague. At the end of every week–excluding next week, since I will be without internet–I will post something about what I’ve been researching. I haven’t studied biology in college, so I expect there will be a lot of very basic reading involved. This is very much an information-gathering sort of project.

Since I’ve been working on structuring my daily life, I propose the following schedule, beginning the week after next: on Mondays, I will post about fiction things I’ve read. On Fridays, I will post about my research. If this doesn’t work out, I’ll change it. But I think having some sort of small schedule will help me remain focused, and give me something to talk about.

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Posted by on June 27, 2014 in Uncategorized


Pretty sure this is 12

Now that I’ve started to write this, I’ve completely forgotten what I was going to say. I finished Mira Grant’s Feed a while back, and have started on Grant’s Deadline and Marissa Meyers’ Cinder.

I’ve also noticed that whenever I write to say that I can’t sleep, I go to sleep right afterward. Maybe I should do that more often and at reasonable times.

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Posted by on June 26, 2014 in Uncategorized



Today was a good day, but full of sleep. Tonight’s too hot to sleep a lot. This delayed sleep thing would probably be helped tremendously if it were cooler inside than it is outside.


Posted by on June 23, 2014 in Uncategorized



One of the hardest things to deal with is the feeling that I mess everything up. Everything I do drives people away. Everything I say drives people away. Everything is just wrong.

These are the days I wish I could start over. Just hop in a TARDIS or press rewind or just wake up from an awful dream. It doesn’t happen as often when I’m home. To be honest, that’s probably because I spend a majority of my time immersing myself in other worlds. The people in books are easy. I can get inside peoples’ heads, read motivations, judge facial expressions without ever even seeing them. Most importantly, the life I’m living is not my own. There’s something comforting about being able to just step out of my own life whenever I want. Even when it gets really bad, I can just ease myself out of it. I don’t have to dwell on things I could have done or things I should have done, because I’m just the spider on the wall. I can get attached and not have to worry that a character’s just going to walk away, because the character’s immortal. They exist forever on the page, and if I really like something I can just read it over again. Everything is easy in books.

The falling-out with my suitemate S was awful and drawn out. It took over a year for me to come to terms with it, and even then I still don’t think I’m over some of the things that were said. Some things fell apart more quickly than others, and it was awful. Dealing with that kind of uncertainty over the six months or so it took for our relationship to fall apart sucked, for want of a better word. We’d each tried to repair things somewhat at different points in time, and in retrospect that probably only made things worse.

I don’t know whether I’d prefer a quick falling-out to such a long one, though.

When you live right next door to the friend you just fell out with, you kind of have no choice but to put things aside at some point. You’ve got to talk to each other about something, whether it be who’s showering first tonight or do you have the salt or what are your thoughts on putting up a poster in the common area? That makes it easier to clear the air. No matter how sad or angry or frustrated I might get with S and P, I know where I stand with each of them. We’re on friendly terms, and we talk fairly regularly about benign things like physics and research and books. There’s not a ton of uncertainty about it anymore, and I honestly wish I could say the same about A.

The uncertainty is the worst. I don’t know why she did it. One day we were talking and the next we weren’t. Just like that. I suddenly have no way of contacting her–and I’ve tried, believe me. I’ve texted her and emailed her and messaged her. I haven’t heard from her in months. About this time next month, I won’t have heard from her at all in a year.

I try to tell myself I didn’t do anything wrong. She was going through a lot at the time, and maybe it just got to be too much. Maybe she just withdrew–I know I’ve done that before. But the thought that maybe I did do something wrong just starts leaching in sometimes. Was I too clingy? Too needy? Too sad? Too unsympathetic? Did I say the wrong thing? Did I ask the wrong question?

On nights like this, when I get into arguments with my family, that uncertainty comes back. Except it’s not a question. I always say the wrong thing; everything I do pushes people away. There’s something wrong with my tone of voice, with my expression, with the words that happen to pop into my head as I respond. Everything I do is just wrong, and I can’t do anything about it. And once those thoughts start going they don’t stop. Sometimes I start pushing people away because I think I have to, because I can’t do anything else. Sometimes people just walk away themselves. Either way, when stuff like this happens I’m left right where I always seem to be when I’m at my worst: completely alone and overwhelmingly lonely. And that just keeps the cycle going.

I’m introverted. I like being alone. I’m alone most of the day now, and I love it. It gives me the time and the space to read aloud, with the voices, because that’s what I like to do when I’m alone. And it’s funny, because whenever I get in a weird mood and start Googling for advice, it’s always something like “learn to be happy on your own,” or “get used to being alone.” I’m already used to it. It already makes me happy. It’s been making me happy since I was little, just like large groups of people have been making me miserable since I was little.

But being used to or happy being on your own isn’t the same as not being lonely. It’s not the same as wanting to be with a close friend. There are days when I’m perfectly happy having no human contact whatsoever, but those aren’t the bad days. Those aren’t the days when the uncertainty gets so overwhelming I can barely think. The bad days are when I have to tell myself that I don’t need other people, that I’m better off without friends, even when I know that it’s a lie. I need people. Not all the people, but somebody. It’s so hard when your best friend doesn’t live close enough to walk over when you’re having a low day, especially when you can’t trust yourself to talk. I don’t want to talk, I just want to be near somebody, and that can’t happen when neither of us can easily get to the other.

This probably isn’t going to make me feel better. It probably doesn’t even make much sense. But it’s part of my homework, so it has to be done at some point. I’m gonna go read now. I’m just gonna go and slip into someone else’s head because right now I can’t keep writing. And I’m going to post this now, before I decide it’s stupid and erase it all.

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Posted by on June 21, 2014 in Uncategorized



On the downswing again. I’ve been keeping myself distracted by reading. I finally managed to get in contact with one of my friends, which was nice. I might see her Thursday, assuming my sister gets out of her exam after the buses leave again. That’ll be nice. Maybe she’ll stay for lunch.

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Posted by on June 17, 2014 in Uncategorized



Nothing much to report today, aside from last night’s spider scare. A pretty average day, all in all.

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Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Uncategorized



I tried to text a friend to invite her on a family trip.

I got someone who really only wrote in Spanish.

I can read and write in English and French.

I do not read Spanish. I do not write Spanish.

This was an absolutely terrifying experience, because I had to look up what to say and hope it was actually right. In one instance, when I explained that I spoke very little Spanish and was asked how I had managed to understand the texts, I resorted to mixing what very, very little Spanish I know into an English sentence. I felt awful doing it, but I don’t know verbs and tenses. I managed to convey that I was sorry, but that I had gotten the wrong number; that no, I was not from Puerto Rico, but in United States, that I spoke very little Spanish, and that I looked up words in a dictionary and thought the number I had was my friend’s.

It was completely terrifying.

Almost as terrifying as what happened a few minutes later. An inch-long spider crawled across the newspaper next to my bed. I screamed, and it jumped to the side of the loveseat. When my mom came down with a glass, it appeared to scurry under said loveseat.

But it wasn’t.

It wasn’t under the loveseat.

It wasn’t on the floor.

It wasn’t on the bed.


My yelling probably woke the whole house. But I probably won’t be able to sleep out of fear that another spider’s going to come along. Because maybe there were two spiders. Maybe one crawled under the loveseat and the other jumped on me. It’s going to keep me awake all night.

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Posted by on June 15, 2014 in Uncategorized