if you doubt that i'll be there don't despair, don't you dare

i'm a little bit impulsive, and i guess i force the others around me to be a little more spontaneous at times than they might ordinarily be, but for the most part none of them seem to hold this against me (or at least not openly). as a result, i find that i have plans to be in nyc in february. to say that i love new york would be an understatement. but before you categorize me as a sex-in-the-city-fanatic or shopaholic, you should know that i am neither. i have only ever seen the SitC movies, and i spend almost all of my money on travelling, food, jewelry, and music (seriously, i have no discernible talent for putting together outfits, i take "function over fashion" pretty seriously - winter requires a winter coat, and waterproof boots, not stilettos).

in other news: i'm baking matcha shortbread cookies at the moment, one of my friends from school found a new direction in her research and decided to stick it out for the long run (which is great news, i was already mourning her loss 1.5 years in advance, because she is quite fantastic), and i have fallen in love with s. carey's "in the dirt" (in case you hadn't guessed by this post title). anyways, back to cookies!

i feel better and better and worse and then better

i'm finally free of school work, which means that i finally have a bit of spare time, though it has hardly felt that way. i think i have spent the majority of my new free time watching bones and baking. so much baking!

a long december

though it may be the first day of december, it already feels like it is going to be a long month. i'm half excited, and half annoyed by that prospect. this time last year i was enjoying a very warm december. though, much like my feelings about this upcoming month, i feel both annoyed, and overjoyed about that particular memory.

this time last year i was stressing out about graduate school applications, and sitting in my freezing apartment. i was busy wishing that i was at home with friends and family rather than alone writing self promotional material. though it was nice having a warm winter for once, it was less than pleasant spending it alone, almost 800km away from the life and the people i loved. tonight as i was walking home from my unsuccessful trip to chapters (i was hoping to get the uk december issue of harpar's bazaar. but not for the reason that most young women might wait in anticipation, for i'm no fashionista, but rather because i have recently become enamored with benedict cumberbatch, who is featured in the december issue), i realized that it was a beautiful night. it has been snowing all day, but not much has stuck on the ground. enough to lightly frost the grass, and to put a sparkle in the sidewalk. the temperature was hovering around zero, which is cold enough to allow you to see your breath, and to feel the cool, fresh air fill your lungs, but not so cold that you cannot bear to stand outside.

though my favourite season has always been fall, as it always brings new things as it sheds out the old, i'm glad that fall segues into winter. as someone who has never skipped a season in her entire life, i see it as a part of living. though sometimes i wish that it could stay this way, that we could have a warm december filled with perfect nights.