Daffodils
I love daffodils so much, mostly because they remind me of willy wonka (sigh...*melt*....johnny depp june 2005 - ok recovered) but also because they are soooooo springy. I was walking around today and there were people playing frisby and wandering around in shorts and skirts and laying in the grass and doing all those other wonderful things one might do in the spring. either way, it made me ridiculously happy and it has almost inspired me to care enough about my appearance to actually put in my contacts so i can wear sunglasses......i said almost. i feel like maybe i should go boating or gorge jumping (i do have to do that sometime) or hiking or play tennis (too bad that would require shaving). and i know it's cliche that bright skies and sun and the wonderfully warm joy that is the season between winter and summer (some might call it spring) make me so happy, but they do, and i am. so ha.
and on top of all of that, my french paper that i didn't do at 4 a.m. yesterday was not due today because, by some grace of the Divine, my french teacher was actually nice. it was amazing.
then i got to talk to this nice man in the basement of olin....
perhaps i should elaborate. i was at working, walking around campus like i was high - head in the clouds, probably speaking french to myself - on my way to the copy center in olin where this nice old man works (he is one of the highlights of my job, but that's a whole nother story)(on a random note, i don't think that "a whole nother" is actually correct english, but guess who cares? I pick not me!)(on an even more random note, the way i put the parentheses in makes it look like i'm multiplying my sentences by each other....but i'm not - ah multiplying: only rabbits, my dear, only rabbits. that's for raolat.) anyway: so i was standing waiting for the elevator to go back up after dropping off my copies and this scared looking man approached me carefully motioning with his hands for me not to run away scared with my tail tucked between my legs (now, you may as, was he a scary guy? no, he wasn't so i don't know what that was all about.) and he said: i'm a french speaker and i don't know if the bathroom girls or boys. i looked at the sign he was pointing to and it was a co-ed bathroom. SO- i, naturally, got really excited and got to explain to him in french that the bathroom was for both boys and girls. it was amazing. and all you people said my french would never come in handy...pshaw!
and the last thing that makes my life extremely excellent on this fine day: my new found love: yoga. mostly this one position that lindsey taught me (picture coming soon hopefully). and yes, while i do occasionally hit my face on the ground while doing it and while my arms feel like they are going to fall off right now because i am not actually strong enough to hold myself up with them alone and while my foot has taken up making this strange popping noise every time i move it, i still love the yoga and plan to do it on a daily...or hopefully at least weekly basis.
i might start writing poetry....it's that kind of day.
ta ta
and on top of all of that, my french paper that i didn't do at 4 a.m. yesterday was not due today because, by some grace of the Divine, my french teacher was actually nice. it was amazing.
then i got to talk to this nice man in the basement of olin....
perhaps i should elaborate. i was at working, walking around campus like i was high - head in the clouds, probably speaking french to myself - on my way to the copy center in olin where this nice old man works (he is one of the highlights of my job, but that's a whole nother story)(on a random note, i don't think that "a whole nother" is actually correct english, but guess who cares? I pick not me!)(on an even more random note, the way i put the parentheses in makes it look like i'm multiplying my sentences by each other....but i'm not - ah multiplying: only rabbits, my dear, only rabbits. that's for raolat.) anyway: so i was standing waiting for the elevator to go back up after dropping off my copies and this scared looking man approached me carefully motioning with his hands for me not to run away scared with my tail tucked between my legs (now, you may as, was he a scary guy? no, he wasn't so i don't know what that was all about.) and he said: i'm a french speaker and i don't know if the bathroom girls or boys. i looked at the sign he was pointing to and it was a co-ed bathroom. SO- i, naturally, got really excited and got to explain to him in french that the bathroom was for both boys and girls. it was amazing. and all you people said my french would never come in handy...pshaw!
and the last thing that makes my life extremely excellent on this fine day: my new found love: yoga. mostly this one position that lindsey taught me (picture coming soon hopefully). and yes, while i do occasionally hit my face on the ground while doing it and while my arms feel like they are going to fall off right now because i am not actually strong enough to hold myself up with them alone and while my foot has taken up making this strange popping noise every time i move it, i still love the yoga and plan to do it on a daily...or hopefully at least weekly basis.
i might start writing poetry....it's that kind of day.
ta ta