Patinated Ponies
This is the place where I put my favorite photos that I've taken, and thoughts that I've... thought. Rarely will I reblog, but if a photo or quote is so inspiring, it may find its way on here.
"Patina" is my favorite word, and I, um, really like ponies. I might be five, I might be twenty.
Feel free to email me at: skp5n at virginia dot edu
Year of the Dragon
Belated New Year’s Resolutions, and how they’re going so far…
Get back to Italy shape. I ate far too many cookies over break, and when I got back to school/when I left, I was the biggest I’ve ever been. But now I’m back in an environment where I buy my own food, so no more Oatmeal Creme Pies. I’m riding almost every day. And I feel much better already. I felt hot as hell this weekend, which actually contributed to my getting a little behind on my next resolution.
Be more selective. At first, I phrased this “be less of a slut,” but it doesn’t really capture what I’ve decided to do. I didn’t really write about it here, but after my experience last new years, I was starting to feel really anxious about my hesitance to sleep with people I wasn’t dating. I felt like I was missing out on something, and risking something. I was also embarrassed by my number. So I resolved to bring it up. And I did, and I learned that I only enjoy it when I’m able to relax and turn off my head. And sometimes, going home with a stranger and relaxing was easy. But sometimes, it wasn’t. And now that I’ve had a feel for the spectrum I want to foresee which way things will turn out a little better before they start moving. Worded this way, I didn’t actually fail this resolution this weekend, but I wasn’t exactly a star pupil either. I flirted with two great great guys - guys who when we find each other at parties, we talk to for hours, guys who I know have girlfriends. And sandwiched between the great nights with the unfortunately unavailable, I had yet another night with [LRH]. But this time, I think I did it right. When I first went home with him, I really liked [LRH], and later found out that he had a girlfriend. And I was pretty crushed. I slept with him again, when he became single, and for some reason expected something more to come of it. But now I’m pretty clear on his failings as a person (and, well, his talents), and so going home with him was easy because I had no expectations. Which meant I wasn’t nervous, which meant I was totally myself. And so even though it doesn’t really mean very much to either of us, that accomplishment is an important one for me.
Say Yes to Random Adventures. I’m half-way done with law school. Soon, I’ll be working all the time. So this year, when people suggest going skiing, I want to go. When people want me to visit them at school, I’m going. I’m going to suck the life out of weekends, and recover on Sunday.
