Friday, March 30, 2007

Advice

Simone takes a long drag from her cigarette and carefully readjusts herself on the bed, rolling over to lie on her side. She gingerly rests her head on her free right hand, the smoke from her cigarette stub unfurling about her head.
"You can't write that," she says.
"Why not?"
"Well, first of all, it's true. Don't be one of those sappy writers who always tells the truth."

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

What's Today? Wensday?

A chalkboard hanging at The Bean in the SAC today read "White Mocha Wensday". No joke. I wanted to take a picture but felt a bit creepy.

Sometimes I wonder if education is all it's cracked up to be.

Monday, March 12, 2007

There's No Place Like Home (When You're Sick)

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Those look more like ice cream cones but are actually my tears falling, puntuated by sniffles.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Karma?

I opted for crappy coffee in order to make it to class on time, only to discover that Italian was cancelled. On top of it all, I returned to Munroe to find out that I didn't have my keys.

I practiced piano for an hour, and watched the better part of West Bank Story on my iPod in the common room (sans furniture, thanks to my alcoholic neighbors) before Andrea rescued me.

Apparently this is what I get for looking forward to this evening.

Breakthrough

This morning, Heloïse told me that she wanted me to take her to school everyday, until she is a
grand-mère. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I would be a grand-mère long before her, or that school doesn't last forever. Neither would be well received., but I was flattered nonetheless.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Happy Friday!

I'm so happy I could ... do something really wild. This weekend was already going to be incredible, but now I have peace of mind in addition (and I'm off work again this afternoon, amazingly, and all day Monday, too). This is more than I could have asked for, and the unexpectedness of it all makes it even more sweet.

I must be dreaming, or we're onto something. I must be dreaming for I don't fall in love lawlessly.

Just Can't Help That I Love Her



Imogen Heap's "Headlock"