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monday, may 5th, 2025: i am starting a blog but the blog post isn't just about that.

listening to: daylight, june henry

Things are looking up for me. Is it bragging to say they keep doing that?

It’s a high of 75 today. (Fahrenheit). It’s the perfect time in what-still-feels-like-early-spring-but-probably-isn’t for it to be 75 degrees. It’s the warmest I feel like we’ve had yet this season, in my undisclosed college town, somewhere in Minnesota. A lot of people are finishing up their semesters, but I go to a school that for some insane reason doesn’t let out until June, so I’m still here for a long time. I’m happy to be here, but I am also jealous of people who are already on summer break. But I am happy to be here while the weather is nice. It would be annoying if I had to leave just as it was getting warm.

This spring, I’ve been trying to focus on myself, kind of. Everybody says that, but for me what that has meant is mostly doing less things that I was doing just because my friends were doing them, and doing more things that I really want to do. Not that I was getting peer pressured into anything I actively didn’t like, but I’m trying to be more intentional with my time, and part of that is not spending hours of my life doing theatre when I don’t really love doing theatre that much, and stuff like that. I’ve been painting, and I’ve been doing my homework at a non-stressed-out pace, and I’ve been going to math talks, and I’ve been volunteering at my college’s record library, playing CDs and pretending to do my homework in the basement of our student center at 9:30am on Saturday mornings, when mostly everybody who isn’t an athlete is asleep. I’ve been burning CDs, talking to my friends who make music about helping them do stuff. I"m kind of managing at least one of my friends’ musical endeavors now. I’m going to send some emails. I’ve been trying to be better about calling my mom and texting my grandma.

Things aren’t perfect, obviously. I’m not going to share all the details on the Internet where anybody could find them, but I feel the need to say that for the record. I wrote up another two paragraphs about this, and then decided they felt too private. I’m gonna keep those for myself. I think the good things are more interesting to write about anyways. I have more to say.

So, back to the good stuff. This is important to remember for me: there’s a lot of good stuff. I’m excited for the summer. I work as a cook, and I’m gonna try and get a remote part-time internship on top of that doing some cool math education stuff. I’m gonna play a lot of Magic: the Gathering with my dad. Like a lot. I’m gonna do art with my sister. And one of my other sisters is getting married, and I get to go to the wedding.

And again, I’ve been having a good time now, this spring. That’s the actual truth, I’m not just saying that. I’ve been getting into throwing parties. It’s a good thing for me to put energy into that is different from school or art. There’s something about creating a space with other people, about curation, or something. I like making people have a good time. I like having fun. I like loud music. Like everybody, I think especially everybody who’s twenty, I get overwhelmed thinking about how I’m gonna contribute to making the better world we keep talking about. But I don’t know, man. Maybe it’s important to keep the goal in mind, to remember what we’re all trying to get to. There’s a room of people who care about each other, and everybody’s talking, and everybody’s eating and drinking, and there’s a world in that room, and if we just keep stretching out the walls, that world can be the world. I feel like that sounds naive or corny, but I’m going to say it anyways. And, like, not everything I like has to be radical and stuff. Sometimes things are just good and you like them. That’s how I feel about throwing parties. (I want to write more about that later. Maybe an essay.)

I keep getting sidetracked. I’m not sure what else to put here. Okay. Well, I hope you all are doing okay, whoever ends up reading this. I hope you can have fun with people you care about, today or even just this week. There are a lot of scary things in the world, but there are also other things.

Recently, I spent a bit of time making a simple syrup out of rose petals I got from a local grocery store. I’ve been putting it in my tea. It feels fun and fancy, and it only cost about three dollars to make accidentally way more than I will use before I go home for the summer. Would recommend.

With love,

-- C.S.

P.S. Today’s a pretty fun date! 5 times 5 is 25. According to my math, the next time that the numbers of the month and day multiply to the number that is the last two digits of the year is 1/26/26, or January 26th, 2026. If we decide that having one of the numbers be 1 is cheating (it kind of feels against the spirit of the idea), then it’d be 2/13/26, or February 13th, 2026. If we want to go further and specify the two digits of the year being the square of the number that is the month and the date, then it’d be 6/6/36, or June 6th, 2036. By that time, I will be 31.