"lines of hollyhocks and roses listen most attentively"
I just went to a little art opening at this little gallery in Northeast Minneapolis. I really like Northeast Minneapolis. Dark little neighborhoods mixed in with big industrial factories mixed in with artsy little bars and galleries and theatres. It's kind of unnerving, especially at night, but I like it.
I have been hanging out with lots of people recently that I have wanted to see for a long time, which I really like... but it reminds me of how complicated it is to make plans with people now. Compared with college. Where you just live with 1,000 people and find at least 30 that you pretty much like and want to be around most of the time. Now, it is a long drawn out process that involves schedules and meeting places and using up gas and trying to find parking and splitting bills and such. I can't wait until I just live closer to people.
I am also on a HUGE anglophile kick right now. This happens once or twice a year. I am retreating into all of my "pretending-to-be-English" habits at any chance I get. And I am having strong desires to buy wellies and wool/plaid/equestrian clothing. And I'm listening to lots of Beatles and Belle and Sebastian. And drinking too much tea. And reading British books. Not that any of these habits are unusual for me, but they are more frequent these days. And they are accompanied by me thinking snide things about American-ness and romanticizing all things British. Even that creepy phone booth near my flat in New Cross that people dealt crack out of.
P.S. This entry is full of terribly incomplete sentences.
I have been hanging out with lots of people recently that I have wanted to see for a long time, which I really like... but it reminds me of how complicated it is to make plans with people now. Compared with college. Where you just live with 1,000 people and find at least 30 that you pretty much like and want to be around most of the time. Now, it is a long drawn out process that involves schedules and meeting places and using up gas and trying to find parking and splitting bills and such. I can't wait until I just live closer to people.
I am also on a HUGE anglophile kick right now. This happens once or twice a year. I am retreating into all of my "pretending-to-be-English" habits at any chance I get. And I am having strong desires to buy wellies and wool/plaid/equestrian clothing. And I'm listening to lots of Beatles and Belle and Sebastian. And drinking too much tea. And reading British books. Not that any of these habits are unusual for me, but they are more frequent these days. And they are accompanied by me thinking snide things about American-ness and romanticizing all things British. Even that creepy phone booth near my flat in New Cross that people dealt crack out of.
P.S. This entry is full of terribly incomplete sentences.