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Since I seem to have suddenly developed a capacity to learn other languages with relative ease, I thought I would post about something else, previously foreign, that has cropped up: a friendship that is practically running itself. What happened to the ineptitude and struggle that I've been accustomed to? Who knows?
Maybe it's that today is lucky (maybe it's that today is making up for yesterday). (Squeamish men click "back" now...) I needed a 'pon-on-campus, and the first bathroom I walk into has a "good for her" pack of sample feminine products just sitting out on the shelf. Only one. For me.
I talk to the German teacher about my listening comp. problems and she meets with me for half an hour to talk in German, and French, and Spanish (p.s. i love her). Not only that, but new friend G comes to the meeting so we can grab a delicious lunch afterwards, and I get to watch a two-hour live magic show at his apartment. I should practice more. My hands should stop this incessant twitching so I can do that. Magic is awesome. (Holy shit, and do I actually have a cool friend at Southern?)
What other awesome things? Oh yeah, my new butchie haircut is amazing (thanks, mom), G is describing hot lesbians to me, I'm practically (how do all you writers like my use of "practically"? classy, eh?) dying of caffeine poisoning (ok by me), I'm downloading a sackful of Old Crow Medicine Show, Andre is doing his 24-hour interview, I finally nailed (mostly) my theory about the romantic/pseudosexual aspects of God, the Devil, and Catholic parishioners (inadvertently while trying to describe it), and...huh.
Anyhow. It was/is a beautiful day today. Thank God it's manic depression and not just depression, because that would totally not be worth my time.
Oh, and G likes Paul. Thank God, because I think Paul is a little too close to me to be rejected, not that I would ever admit that to anyone. He's a fucking character, for God's sake. I don't know that Paul isn't sometimes more me than I am.
And, for like the third time, I have a crush on our Founding Fathers. Oh, boy...
Maybe it's that today is lucky (maybe it's that today is making up for yesterday). (Squeamish men click "back" now...) I needed a 'pon-on-campus, and the first bathroom I walk into has a "good for her" pack of sample feminine products just sitting out on the shelf. Only one. For me.
I talk to the German teacher about my listening comp. problems and she meets with me for half an hour to talk in German, and French, and Spanish (p.s. i love her). Not only that, but new friend G comes to the meeting so we can grab a delicious lunch afterwards, and I get to watch a two-hour live magic show at his apartment. I should practice more. My hands should stop this incessant twitching so I can do that. Magic is awesome. (Holy shit, and do I actually have a cool friend at Southern?)
What other awesome things? Oh yeah, my new butchie haircut is amazing (thanks, mom), G is describing hot lesbians to me, I'm practically (how do all you writers like my use of "practically"? classy, eh?) dying of caffeine poisoning (ok by me), I'm downloading a sackful of Old Crow Medicine Show, Andre is doing his 24-hour interview, I finally nailed (mostly) my theory about the romantic/pseudosexual aspects of God, the Devil, and Catholic parishioners (inadvertently while trying to describe it), and...huh.
Anyhow. It was/is a beautiful day today. Thank God it's manic depression and not just depression, because that would totally not be worth my time.
Oh, and G likes Paul. Thank God, because I think Paul is a little too close to me to be rejected, not that I would ever admit that to anyone. He's a fucking character, for God's sake. I don't know that Paul isn't sometimes more me than I am.
And, for like the third time, I have a crush on our Founding Fathers. Oh, boy...