Let's just be like Costa Rica

I'm working on an essay right now about whether it would have been possible to avoid World War I.  And by working on, I mean I've read the prompt and I've opened my textbook to the chapter that contains all the information I need.

Even though I don't really know why WWI could have been avoided, because I haven't done any research yet, I think it could have.

My Dad always tells me that being mean to your brother is where all this disunity starts out.  Which I understand on some level.  But I also don't understand it at all.  At what point to you go from yelling at your brother because he and his friends broke your oboe reeds to bombing people?  Or shooting them, or burning their houses, or putting them in concentration camps?  To me, there's just this disconnect that I don't understand where you're a little kid with a family and then you grow up and you're a mass murderer.

So I'm young and naive and I believe that world peace is possible.  Can't we just be like Costa Rica and disband our army to pay for education?

I have to share this, because it is adorable:

Mac and cheese and brothers

This weekend is the weekend before Valentine's Day.  Which means that if I was in Anchorage right now, my parents would be all "we're going out for dinner!"  And my brother and I would stay at home and make macaroni and cheese and watch movies and possibly go on a sour patch kids finding mission to Fred Meyer and delay cleaning up the mess in the kitchen until the last possible moment.

Instead I'm going to make spaghetti with my friends.  But it's just not the same thing.

Jumping off a cliff with Zayn.

Tuesday afternoon thoughts and dreams

One day I will live in Quebec.  I will get paid to write book reviews en francais.  I will live in an apartment next to an independent bookstore, with a small coffee shop inside.  I will frequent the coffee shop so often they will know me by name, and say "the usual?" whenever I stop by.  My hectic college schedule will just be an unpleasant memory, and I will have mastered the art of strumming and singing by this time.  I'll wear tights with exciting patterns every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, because it won't be too cold to wear tights.  And I'll go to bed before midnight nearly every night.

But until then, I'm currently living in the hectic college schedule that will one day be an unpleasant memory.  School induced angst angst angst.

Speaking of, time for class.  Later, blog readers.  Have I ever told you I love you?  Because I do, kind of a lot.