Sunday, October 4

Laundry // 39&40x52

There's a lot going on right now. Maybe that's why we like to organize things, to give the illusion that we have our lives together, that everything is fine. The messier the mind, the cleaner the room.

I go downstairs to do the laundry I've neglected for almost two weeks. 23 minutes in the washer. The cycle begins and the machine starts spinning. 60 minutes in the dryer. The cycle begins and the machine starts spinning. The steady whir hums away. When it's done, my clothes are as good as new.

If only everything was as easy to fix.

PS: 38&37&36353433&3231302928272625242322212019181716151413.


Thursday, September 24

Work in progress // 36&37&38x52

Hi I'm Audrey, she/her pronouns, sophomore, undecided but telling everyone I'm a potential international studies major although I'm veering away from that and towards computer science as of four days ago. I was born in LA and lived there for the first ten years of my life before I moved to Beijing where I lived for the next eight years attending an international school where everything was taught in English, and now I'm here. I live in *practiced groan* Brecon. Nice to meet you!

Let's play a game called How Many Pictures Of Thomas Great Hall Can You Take? (Lots.)

It's been one of those days. For quite a few days now actually. Three weeks of days apparently. It's all been a blur. I keep telling myself, oh when things start settling down you'll be fine. It's been four weeks and things definitely have not settled yet, but other than occasionally drowning under a pile of printed readings and hyperventilating about my future, I am fine, absolutely fine.

It's been four weeks and I'm still doing introductions. I would smile and be like hey this isn't so bad and then hold it until my face hurt and then hold it until my mouth started twitching and then hold it some more. I would be nice and friendly (I think), give a stretched grin or nod of acknowledgement when I walked by people whether or not I knew them personally, sprouting passive friendships that could maybe one day blossom and grow into something awesome.

I'm waiting for that moment when I don't feel like I need to welcome people like a hostess anymore, giving introductions, acquainting others, getting the party going a steady rhythm before I can disappear upstairs to rest my poor feet. Right now it feels more like I'm still sending out the invites.

Whether I want to or not, I'll keep meeting people, some times more frequently than others. I guess nothing really ever stops. The world keeps spinning. It can be exhausting, but isn't it also exciting to know that it is not yet over, that there are still more possibilities, that everything is a work in progress?

Work in progress isn't always pretty. The scaffolding around campus is a testament to that (can't wait to see those scaffolds purged). But it's gonna be great and we'll all be fine. Maybe even better than fine.

PS: 353433&3231302928272625242322212019181716151413121110.


Tuesday, September 15

Japan, summer break '15 // Universal Studios Japan + The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, and more

I never pack until the night of my flight, or rather, morning of, and this time it's no different. We stay up until 3:00AM packing and watching movies all the while. I head off to bed without setting an alarm thinking that someone will wake me up tomorrow, but it turns out I should never make such assumptions. I'm stirred from bed by the ruckus at 8:00AM and we don't leave the house until 8:30AM for our 9:55AM flight. It'll be a miracle if we make it. For the record, it's not my fault we're late. Mom's still showering. I don't understand how anyone could be calm enough to shower with so little time left. Really, negative time left.

In the car we get to the topic of anime, although I've only watched up to episode 5 of Clannad because it's too much of a commitment reading subtitles. Ken calls me a noob and says that I need to watch so much anime that I no longer need to read subtitles. He's speaking from his own experience I suppose. I challenge him, ordering him to say something in Japanese. He quickly backtracks and admits he only knows a few phrases, and because he mostly watches fantasy, the phrases he knows aren't very practical, but at least I know I'll have someone to turn to if ever I need to say "let the battle commence."


Tuesday, September 8

Birthday surprise // 35x52

I don't like advertising my birthday, because after the congratulations, people always ask, "Are you doing anything special today?" I recall a year or two ago one of my irl friends said, "We're all looking forward to see what you do for your birthday on your blog!" and on the outside I was like :D because I still get the warm fuzzies when friends tell me they read my blog, but in my head I was like, oh no.

No, I'm not doing anything special today. When I say that I feel like I've done something wrong, like I haven't lived up to your expectations. Just another day I suppose... LOL jk. (kinda maybe)

I'm not big on celebrations. Maybe that's just the lazy part of me speaking. But c'mon, you gotta admit that getting ready for celebrations and maintaining energy throughout takes a lot of effort!

Time is just a construct. Today is just another day. I've made 19 times 365 of them. Nbd.

No, I'm not doing anything special today. I'm sitting in the common room holding Peer Mentor office hours with my partner all morning and a bit into the afternoon. And then I'm eating in the campus dining hall. Then I'm taking the bus over to Haverford to perform for their customs closing a cappella concert (customs is what we call freshman orientation). Yes, I am spending this "special" day just like any other day. I will not have the stress of trying to make it better than the previous 364.

Sophie and I are still sitting in the common room, waiting for first-years to appear and ask us their questions, when Bomi appears and calls for an impromptu photoshoot--nothing fancy, just a few quick portraits, supposedly something to commemorate this "special" day. Business is slow for me and Sophie, so we agree and quickly dart out the doors to snap a few shots before the first-years arrive. Sophie already has her ponytail pulled out, always ready for the papparazzi.

Distracted by the camera, little do we realize, there's a rustle behind the bushes as three figures sneak through the side-entrance of the dorm, arms stashed with tape and printed pictures.

Laughs had, photoshoot done, Bomi, Sophie, and I head back into the dorm and continue to patiently wait for the first-years. From the room adjacent to ours, some people are messing around on the piano. It's the first sign of life we've had on this slow morning. Sophie and I join in and chorus, "Peeeeer Meeeentooooors," subtly promoting our current office hours. We're laughing at how clever we are when the piano suddenly switches to a different song.

Three voices burst out, accompanied by three heads poking around the corner, singing, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU!" Ami, Georgina, and Victoria collapse into giggles at whatever confused expression is on my face and then pull me over to my room to show me their work. Plastered all over my door are *super attractive* pictures of me complete with markered illustrations and captions.

Tbh I'm just touched that I have friends who'd trek all the way from the other side of campus for me :')

PS: 3433&323130292827262524232221201918171615141312111009.


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