seven semesters down. one to go.
happy tears confuse me. but they’re undeniably beautiful just the same.
I’m thinking of starting a photo project. one picture a day, every day, for a year. I’ll either begin it on New Year’s Day (so horribly cliché, though) or on my anniversary. february seems so far away though. hmm.
the puppy is a riot, she’s gotten so big! home feels good. I have a lot to do this break, bach chorales and a senior recital and figured bass and voice leading to brush up on. a two-week freebie pass to gold’s gym and a 5-class card to the yoga studio. love it.
I have a gloriously large bed to revel in and an unlimited supply of coffee. and a bottomless pit of puppy love. bring it on.