1. Fucking swoon

     


    1. Nathan: I'm kind of a classical music nut. Don't challenge my knowledge.
    2. Me: I'm a classically trained musician, I've been playing clarinet since I was eight years old.
    3. Nathan: Who's your favorite composer?
    4. Me: Eric Whitacre
    5. Nathan: *looks confused* Is he 20th century?
    6. Me: 21st, he's contemporary
    7. Nathan: They don't count! Your favorite composer born before 1900.
    8. Me: Haydn
    9. Nathan: *sighs* Ugh, he's so classical.
    10. Me: I'm a classicist when it comes to all forms of art.
    11. Nathan: I'm more of a Romantic
    12. Me: *trying to hide my swooning* Well, who's yours?
    13. Nathan: Chopin
     


  2. Do you ever start thinking something so loudly and so profusely in your head that you swear people around you must be able to hear what is ringing so loudly in your head? Happens to me a lot, and as I start ruminating on those thoughts, I might actually start saying things without realizing it (happened in the middle of an econ class once, I was having less than savory thoughts about my professor and apparently I started muttering to myself, hooray for not being completely mentally healthy!). A trick I’ve learned to circumvent this is to write down what I’m thinking. However, this can go horribly wrong if someone asks to borrow your notes. So, I used to use an old military code to write things in that only a handful of people I knew could read, and I think I showed my math teacher in eighth grade how to decode it once we weren’t using it to pass notes anymore. The code was easy enough to crack, though, and I had moved on to college where the only pen and paper activities I was really participating in were doodling and occasionally taking notes if I forgot my laptop. I started taking Russian and all of a sudden I had this awesome new alphabet at my disposal. Granted, my Russian doesn’t extend far beyond Sdratsvoyche (Hello) and Spaciba (Thank You), so writing my complex thoughts in Russian was not going to happen. So, now I find myself writing English words with the Cyrillic alphabet to maintain the privacy of my thoughts that need to find some escape on paper.

    So, question for all my language lovers: Do you do something similar to this when you’re learning a new alphabet?

     


  3. The chemistry I feel radiating between us is ineffable.
    Every moment we’re together, a million thoughts and feelings are surging throughout my body.
    Your smile is enough to brighten my day and your wink could melt my heart instantly.

    I am sure I am constantly blushing or laughing around you, but it feels so wonderful.
    You are handsome and funny, but most importantly, you are humble.
    I love and hate that you don’t see your own brilliance and that you play it down as if it were no small feat.

    Every time my heart swells around you a little more, I think there is no way I could be any more infatuated with you.
    But then you do something incredibly sweet or incredibly silly and I find myself falling for you all over again.

     


  4. When my favorite song comes on

     

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  6. So for those of you who don’t know, I am a teeny bit obsessed with astrology. I have been exploring and studying it in my free time since I was little, and as I have gotten older, I have used it (among many other, more rational, tools) to help in decision making, my love life, etc.

    Lately I’ve been having fun plotting friends, exlovers and crushes’ star charts and lining them up in terms of compatibility for friendship or love. Sometimes the charts are dead on and I’m just like “Woooooah” and other times they give me a good laugh. But, as silly as it may sound, I do think that there is some merit in the cosmological forces at work when we’re born having some impact on the trajectory of our lives. Do I think that there are only 12 kinds of people? Absolutely not. Do I think anyone or anything can predict the future accurately? Nope. But I do enjoy playing around with it as a pastime and a destresser. It’s also an excellent outlet for my OCD, letting me obsess a little unhealthily about things that may or may not be true in a non-detrimental way to anything but my own time.

     


  7. Why on Earth does it matter if I’m married? Why is that always the first question to come out of a street harasser’s mouth?

    Is my opinion of less worth than the outdated ownership by another man? Or woman?

    If you are hell bent on harassing me on my walk home, at least have the decency to ask my opinion, not the status of my matrimony.

    Because even if I do get married, I will still be my own person. I will not be owned.

    And if I am not interested in you, that should hold more weight than if I have a ring on my left hand.

     


  8. Monophobia
    is a fear of being alone
    I fear being alone
    for when I am alone
    I am depressed
    and when I am depressed
    I am so totally alone

    I am fortunate in that
    I am rarely alone
    I am constantly working with
    or socializing with
    people,
    friends,
    lovers

    I am the rare case
    that psychologists
    therapists
    and psychiatrists
    can’t fit in their
    neat little boxes

    I am outgoing
    I am terrified of large crowds
    I love to socialize
    I love being on my own
    I have a small circle of tight-knit friends
    and I large circle of happy acquaintances

    I have depression
    but depression does not
    have me
    Not today.

     


  9. Winning

     

  10. savannahgoestowashington:

    So this image has been floating around Pinterest and I feel like it conveys a really important message. It is really easy to stay home where you have all of your comforts and familiarity. But, really, in order to grow as people we need to branch out, to see what is beyond our usual capacity. When I was getting ready to come to Washington, I was dealing with the ordinary anxiety that comes with making a big life change. Where was I going to stay? Would I be able to get a job? Was my life going to be any better for it? Was I going to survive? In the end, the answer has been yes to all of these questions. And if I hadn’t taken this leap, I would probably still be sitting home, unemployed and feeling unfulfilled. I love my apartment, I love my new and old friends, I love my new job, and I would have none of it if I was still in Fort Myers. So, my advice to you is: no matter how impossible it may seem, no matter how far down the cliff may go, take the plunge, for every minute will be worth it. I mean this metaphorically, of course. Please don’t jump off a real cliff, that shit’s dangerous.

    Until Next Time Dearies!

    xxSavannah

    Reblogging myself, because, well, I give awesome advice. And this is my new blog about moving to Washington. So y’all should follow it. You know, if you’re planning on moving there too or visiting.

     


  11. I respond to your emails after midnight because even the slight excitement I get from a brief, no matter how formal, correspondence from you is better than anything my subconscious could dream up for me.

     

  12. Sbux name du jour #justcallmeShvannah (at Starbucks)

     


  13. WHEN I SEE ENGAGEMENT NOTIFICATIONS ON FACEBOOK

     


  14. I know that Torchwood is a spin off of Doctor Who and thus their story lines are intertwined, but I just realized that Reese’s last name is Williams. And I was wondering if Reese is somehow related to Rory?