day three hundred twenty-nine.

a dusting of snow on the steps tonight. we almost made it to december without even a hint.
i made myself a nice dinner and washed many warm things.
the start of winter is so cozy, i don't mind it at all.

day three hundred twenty-eight.

it has come to my attention recently (yesterday) that my dress looks a bit like the curtains at the union.

 ^curtains.

 ^not curtains

^sadly not appearing on my dress.

day three hundred twenty-seven.

friend and violist jan had his final doctoral recital, which i attended with suruchi this afternoon.

lovely room, beautiful music.

his second piece of the day

arvo pärt, fratres

(except on the viola, of course):

viva estonia.

day three hundred twenty-six.

i got an early christmas present.
gamechanger!

come over, i will prepare you many carbs.
just bring your own chair.

steamy and perfect.

one of my sheets had a hole in it.
all better.

day three hundred twenty-five.

day three hundred twenty-four.

 

day three hundred twenty-three.

so far today, i read the paper, my 5-year-old nephew explained the plot of 'how to train your dragon,' and i drank some tea.
now sorting through some books/pictures/clothes in my room.
instead of really deciding what to donate, i usually just end up reading on the floor until someone knocks on the door to see if i'm still awake.

day three hundred twenty-two.

i am watching conan on a television.
from a couch.
a real one.
yep, vacation is here.

in other news, my bus north smelled like exhaust fumes.
i watched the moon rise to my right.

day three hundred twenty-one.

lining pages.

the weather today was sort of gloomy but perfect.

i celebrated by consuming a large pile of broccoli and hot sauce for dinner.

now i have been listening to the thunderstorm and doing research for my book crimes class (or, reading about sad librarians and x-acto knives).

it might have been a good idea to pay closer attention during the law section of my reference class last fall.

perhaps i will just look up pie recipes for the remainder of the evening.

day three hundred twenty.

i had one of the better weekends in recent memory.
friends, food, and harry potter.

team trivia saturday at the library.

we came in second!

day three hundred nineteen.

 

my sister took me to something called the "festival of trees" on thursday night.
there were lots of grown-ups and pretzels and shiny things.
i think it was supposed to make people excited for christmas things (as well as being a charity event), but it really just temporarily tricked my brain into thinking the semester was over.
a nice time with my sister though.

 boooooookkkkssssss.

 purple tree.

 (there's glass between us.)

bathrooms know better.

(foreign language building)

day three hundred eighteen.

happy thanksgiving break!

i'm wearing jeans today.

(the apocalypse is nigh)

day three hundred seventeen.

cheers, ray bradbury.
you've made the transition to our new project pretty much seamless.

fever dream

c1987

 fancy.

(i cupped my little hands over the pages to test them out)

(it made me want to build a darkness zone under my desk for spooky reading)

 so this book is about a teen boy who gets very ill. 

this is him dead:

he did kind of see it coming though:

 this is his sentient demon virus:

flu zombies are so voyeuristic:

all the cloaks:

 noooooo. dirty hands spread disease:

 the origins of bird flu and/or fire eye syndrome:

now go wash your hands.

black and white nights.

day three hundred sixteen.

we started our new cataloging project yesterday at work.
more children's books, this time a collection of donations from peoria.

i'm really glad we were all able to stay on at the library. it makes sense for the department too, since we are already trained to deal with this material.

(and we get to do call numbers this time)

(librarian high five)

one of co-worker laura's inaugural books was this:

which she noticed immediately upon looking at the first few pages was the same book from this song:

 

i was, of course, then moved to listen to the entire fevers and mirrors album while i worked because i am angsty and seventeen and it was cloudy outside and i had a scarf on.

one of my first books was, naturally, nightmare inducing.
but more on that tomorrow.

day three hundred fifteen(-ish).

the main reference reading room wants to know:

what do you like about this room? 

 1. napping potential.

 2. high-waisted pants.

3. either the presence or absence of the death star.

  4. quiet, respectful chairs.

5. but could use a few more ghosts.