the scent of jasmine rice cooking.
the sound of the wind from inside my room.
realizing that my August Progress has been a success: I no longer have to think about putting sunscreen on in the morning; I do it automatically.
the Postcrossing user I'm assigned to send my next postcard to is a ten-year-old German girl. she requests postcards with animals or "cool sayings" on them. aw.
fresh Garth Nix. how long has Lord Sunday been out? I just got it last week, anyways.
the first real rain since I got here, a huge thunderstorm...I went out and sat on the front steps of my dorm building and got soaked to the skin and watched everyone sprinting around. the trees roared and the puddles turned blue in every lightning strike. after, I got in a very hot shower with all my clothes still on, because they were already saturated and the strangeness makes it funny.
breathing through a hot damp towel. feels so lovely and cleansing, like opening the dishwasher while it's drying, or standing over a pot of cooking pasta
the difference that a professional bra-fitting makes!
blended candy-like coffee drinks that are as much whipped cream and flavoring as they are coffee. they were my gateway drug into the caffeine world when I was sixteen or so, and now I kind of scorn them and hadn't had one in a long long time, but sophistication and sugar content aside, lezbereal—they are tasty. especially the ones from Caribou that actually have candy bits sprinkled on top of the whipped cream. hello yum.
imposing an internet curfew on myself. anything I'm doing after one in the morning is bound to be stupid, anyways.