Il pleut
Why, why, why did I think taking Medieval Lit was a good idea? It was not a good idea. I guess I envisioned wandering minstrels and jolly jugglers, but the sad truth is that it is a mostly lecture-based course on dry Arthurian-themed poetry. I am dreading going at 11. Also, my naive hope that I could last without an umbrella until the weather dipped below freezing was dashed today when I woke up to a lil' downpour and arrived at French "sans parapluie, Katie?" Mercifully, someone from my class was willing to walk me all the way home so I could make use of his umbrella.
In happier news, the other day I saw a giant portrait of the pope being carried along the sidewalk on University. I mean giant. Like six feet. Barrie and I ran up the block so we could investigate, and lo and behold, cradled in the pope's outstretched hand was... a chipmunk. Pope with a Chipmunk. Whaat. Who commissioned this painting to be made?
In happier news, the other day I saw a giant portrait of the pope being carried along the sidewalk on University. I mean giant. Like six feet. Barrie and I ran up the block so we could investigate, and lo and behold, cradled in the pope's outstretched hand was... a chipmunk. Pope with a Chipmunk. Whaat. Who commissioned this painting to be made?