Red Cup Season, Oh how you get me every year...

Adding homey touches to the apt.(:

Indulgences: doing nothing way too much, blogging right now instead of studying for finals coming up, hiking to the C!, listening to songs on repeat, getting drinks for starbucks just for the red cup thrill, late nights, too much himym, staying in bed extra long just so i can still be warm under the sheets, decorating the apt in holiday, receiving the europe journal and readingg through it and laughing WAYY to hard.
Desire: shopping, new clothes, nailpolish, long hair to play with, makeup skills, shoes, more time efficiency so i can clean, study, experiment, bake, cook, read, learn new things, etc., straight bangs (and for them to look gooood), for my chunky necklace to reappear, an A in my classes, more adventures, friends that want to go on adventures/do stuff, for that warm tingly feeling, disneyland trip with all the holiday decorations!, SPARKLY THINGS (sparkly skirt, cardigan, shoes), doing cutesy holiday stuff, cute hand heat packs
Listening to: Jason Mraz: All I Want for Christmas is Us, David Barnes: Christmas tonight (both from tanya)
Love: chunky sweaters. SO MUCH., hair in buns, starbucks red cups, how when you flip the rubber part of headphones it looks like a hairdryer, my apt (kind of more than my actual house...strangely), the air freshener smell of apple cinnamon (basically THE HOLIDAY SMELL :D), biscotti, when strangers compliment you, warm drinks

Hiked to the C today and for some reason, while I was going up there, I had one of those surreal woah-moments. Where all of a sudden you realize that it's quiet.  And not just quiet,... but extremely silent. Not the kind of lonely apartment-silence, not the awkward when no one's talking-silence, not the everyone's panicky about a exam-silence, not even the everyone's just THAT tired from something-silence.  The kind of peaceful silence that I didn't realize that I missed so dearly until it hit me while  looking out onto the city.

So, I realized that I have less pity for people who are more selfish/mean/etc.  Part of me thinks that it's okay for me to feel this way, because it's only natural, right?  But part of me thinks.. is it wrong?
A selfish person who grows up less fortunate deserves the same amount of concern as the nice person who grows up less fortunate, right?  Because in each case, the "less fortunate" part is the concern driving factor and the other factors should be ceteris paribus.
*shrug. still tossing this idea around in my mind.

That's it for now.

Adieu!!