fenchurch

On the chair next to my bed there is:

- 3 chocolate chip cookies from Wednesday's lunch wrapped up in napkins
- an almost empty heart-shaped box of mini Reese's cup my mom gave me for Valentine's Day
- my useless digital camera
- 3 Nintendo wristbands
- a dirty Virginia is for Lovers mug (edit: just cleaned it!)
- a Salvation Army mug half full of tea (third time I used the same tea bag)
- a roll of toilet paper (because I never got around to buying tissues)
- perched atop the toilet paper, a Boy Scouts ashtray from the Salvation Army (pewter, says "Hawk Mtn. Coucil 1987 Order of the Angels")

Hanging over the back of the chair:
- Mighty Mouse t-shirt reconstructed into tank top
- flowered pjs
- trash bag (because I never got around to getting a trash can)


Still haven't finished unpacking, entirely.
Still haven't put anything up on my walls besides my dry erase boards, which currently feature the Master Shake magnet I made, a picture of Karen O, me + Isadora + infornography photobooth pictures, and outdated reminders.




I feel like I'm just floating through all this.
Things have yet to start feeling real.
It's terrifying when the past almost seems to disappear...the past six months all feel like a dream.
Then again, I'm feeling vaguely sick and tired right now, so everything sort of feels like a dream. The cold, washed-out quality the dull light outside is casting on the white snow and white houses and white sky only perpetuates this dream-like state. It's disconcerting. It's strange to look around my room where, even without any lights on, everything looks so saturated with color. Then I look outside and everything seems so flat and dull. Even the few cars are dingy and neutral in color. There's a girl walking down the street in a bright pink hat and it's the most noticeable thing outside. My limbs all feel strange and heavy and I should probably stop babbling and take a nap now.


Boston next weekend.