Activities of anais vionet

It's December and my roommates and I are deeply into Christmas. We've got a little 3ft tall Christmas tree with about fifty-thousand little multicolor LED lights on it (LEDs because we ARE saving the planet) . We're in the ‘study period' right before finals and It's a lowkey Saturday night.

Lisa and I were pajama'd and gelaxing in our suite's common room. She was in a tan easy chair and I was slouched on our red corduroy couch and my slippered feet up on a white coffee table. We had a Christmas playlist playing throughout the suite, a ‘Christmas lights of Paris' Youtube video streaming silently on our TV and cups of Keurig brewed hot-chocolate with little marshmallows.
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Limiting yourself
can, in fact, set you free - try
writing a Senryu
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I got a text from one of my professors yesterday saying, ‘Please stop by my office at 6 pm tomorrow.' It didn't say why. This was the first day after November recess, had I missed something? That night, I'd gone through the syllabus, checking every recent and upcoming assignment - I was grable. But there I was, the next evening, waiting nervously - my anxiety stripped of context.

I was one of three waiting in the hall. There was a guy and a girl there too. There were only two chairs, so I stood, and stood, set my bookbag down and stood. As the minutes rolled by. I resented them - each - individually. It was 6: 05, I had a class at 7pm but it was just down the hall.
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(for people who devotedly compile playlists and mixtapes)

The curatorial passion of Generations X, Y, Z and Alpha...
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I've always loved music. As a little girl, I could spend hours going through peoples CD collections, sampling them with my little battery-operated CD player. If you showed me a stack, rack or box of CDs, I was in heaven.

Then, I was 8 (2011) , I got my first iPod for Christmas, an iPod Touch with 32GB of memory! The sticker said it was from Santa, but ‘Step' got a package in the mail from Apple three weeks earlier, so I knew who it was really from. Upon opening it, I rushed upstairs to my older brother's computer, plugged it in, carefully copied the username and password for the family iTunes account (from a wrinkled post-it note) , and the world was never the same.
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(trying to say something about literati aesthetics)

The intention to amplify a realm is brought to bear by an invisible arrangement of gimbals and gyroscopes...
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I traveled almost everywhere, growing up. It took years. The landscapes, flora and fauna, the art, music, cuisines and curse words all seem to blend together in my mind.

Mount Fuji, the Rhine, the Himalayas, the Chattahoochee, Shenzhen, Washington DC, the Alps, and Appalachians, Moscow, Beijing, Dublin, Portland, Paris, Atlanta, London, St. Petersburg, Tokyo, Rome, Wuhan, Berlin, the Yangtze, the Mississippi, Saint-Tropez and LA - are all jumbled up in my brain, like old, wrinkled maps in a glove compartment.
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We children gathered around the table.
The aromas were rich and dense, we fidgeted.

But we had one last thing to do - before we began the feast.
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