Too good not to share.

I find the simple truth of this series of graphs … comforting. Every time I go back to look at it. So I figured I’d share it with y’all. šŸ™‚

It’s from, a great place to find all sorts of applicable comic strips.

Here’s another good one:

Me doing homework

Professor: “Read some chapters of Hobbes’s Leviathan.”

Me: “Okay, that sounds fine.”

Me: *Wait*

Me: *Hobbes?*

Me: *Where have I heard that before…….*

Me: *Spends next hour looking through random comics here.*

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10 things you do after getting accepted to an international traveling school…

…when you’re an American. I mean, United State-n. From the United States? You know what I mean.Ā 

  1. Try to stalk your future classmates from the facebook groups, only to be cut short by your inability to read their posts, which are all inĀ a language notĀ English.
  2. Tell your parents they should have taught you several foreign languages as a kid. Promptly ignore your parents reminding you thatĀ you were the one who hated language classes and wouldn’t attend any more.
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  4. Look up the costs of getting visas in the 7 countries you’re going to, and realize you’ll reap the rewards and bear the burden of effective/ineffective foreign diplomacy soon enough.
  5. “[I] looked up timezones of the people I started chatting with so I didn’t text them at 3 am for some weird reason…Ā Which, still didn’t stop me when I found something funny.” -MayzieĀ 
  6. “On Pinterest I found this really cool series of posters… which had customs, common phrases, hand signs, culturally relevant stuff etc. so I got all the ones to where we’re going.” -Vesi
  7. I recall googling drinking ages in the countries we were going to pretty early on…” -Kristin
  8. Cringe cringe cringe at every word that comes out of the Republican primary, election, and presidency of Donald Trump, because you have to look your future classmates in the eyes, 75% of whom are international and don’t understand what’s gotten into the U.S.
  9. “[I remember] trying to pry open the closed minds of my parents (especially in terms of international travel– why its worthwhile, why I’m not going to die, the benefit of moving outside of the US, etc.etc.etc.).” -NatalieĀ 
  10. Google the locations of the seven cities you’re going to be living in. And maybe the countries too. šŸ˜…

Doodles and musing

Drawing – Playing with color.Ā 

The angst is strong right now with this one.

One day into break, and I’m already bored out of my mind and left with conflicting desires to run and leap, and sleep all day.

Much needed chores got done – I went to walk a dog Dana is taking care of while she’s away for break, cleaned and wiped down my fridge, went grocery shopping, washed dishes, put away laundry, changed bed sheets… All the things that normally get put off during the week.

I slept in today and woke up feeling rested for the first time in a week, testimony to many late nights with the newly-found queer community here in San Francisco. It rained most of the day, so I was content to lie in bed and futz around on my computer (John Oliver + Steven Colbert? I didn’t think life could get this good.)

By 4, I couldn’t ignore the fact I’d been mostly chewing on almonds and leftover leftovers. The rain had let up, so I walked over to Trader Joe’s. I’d have liked to bike, but I was nervous about coming back with heavy bags of groceries on the handle bars, especially in the rain, especially on an unfamiliar route.

I use to love biking for the sake of biking. In Tucson, I’d take my black hybrid out twice a day or more to get to class, work, internship, the store, or my parents’ house. At night I put on a playlist cleverly named “night ride” with those songs that made my feet twitch and rodeĀ all over campus and the surrounding area. Limits were only drawn at stairs.

Here in San Francisco, biking is scary. There are only a few streets that have a bike lane, and even then there are Ubers and pedestrians and trash to constantly look out for. I never ride with earbuds in. It has become a way to cheaply get from point A to point B, a journey to be endured for the sake of saving money and (theoretically) time. There are too many close calls with cars, too many risky decisions to be made every time I touch the road. It’s become a chore.

I’ve heard the biking is better in some of the other cities. I can only hope that’s the case. Regardless,Ā I will wait forĀ Tucson.

And so, I walked to Trader Joe’s. I came back. I ate food. I watched Netflix. (Three different shows/movies and two trailers.) I turned off Netflix two hours later, unsatisfied.

I walked through the entire dorm, looking for lights in rooms.

Few were home.

Angst ruled.


I think Minerva has really changed the way I enjoy passingĀ time. Normally, I have hours of work a day just to keep up. The sudden freedom has left me unsure of how to relax. Over the last 31 days, carefully logged through TimeCamp, I spend 3-4 hours (7-8 hours on four or five occasions) a day on homework, studying, and work-study.

I think the worst part about being angsty is that other people can poke fun at you and destroy you. It’s easy to lose sight of your point, to give bad evidence, etc. etc, and that leaves you vulnerable to those who have a clear head and want to needle you.

Anyways – I wrote this a few days ago, and it’s been sitting on my computer waiting for the conclusion. There’s not much more to say though, except I’m not angst ridden anymore. It passes, as all things do. Cheers. šŸ™‚