I like cookies.
So, Spee, happy birthday. Hope the cheese you eat, if any, is mighty tasty.
This is one of those quick and dirty updates. Well, as quick as I get, and I showered today, so it's relative. Here are some things:
1) I got into Berkeley and am going next spring. Next spring! If you consider for even just a second, you'll realize that that means...
2) I'm going to blow this silly United States of America joint for at least a month or two and head to the fabulous regions of Europe. Alone. Maybe. With the possible addition of Oliver at my side, or giving me a couch to sleep on for a few weeks. At any rate, he owes me dinner in France from a test bet.
-a) I don't know where I plan to go but I plan to run around all wild-like, as I have made my tradition, and discover things about foreign places and home turf, also known as myself.
-b) I'd kind of like to visit Spain...
-c) ...but mostly I'll be spending time in France, I hope. (Yeah, didn't I say that last time?)
-d) And this time I'll have an iPod and will have saved a reasonable amount of money, so the whole thing will be more enjoyable.
-e) Northwestern France is a no-no...maybe.
3) School is almost over and I'm going to be very sad when French and political science and Sociology are over. Moreover, I will miss the instructors who have been kind enough to pass their knowledge on to me in that American way. This really is goodbye to Todd for a while, and I might even cry.
4) Tortuga is coming to visit, which means...gasp...a real Frog! Finally! One has jumped over the pond to the other side, which only romance can force, I suppose. I'm very exciting to see her.
You might notice that this entry has a theme, which you might also notice has to do with: France and going abroad. You see, I really want to be there, and want to go there before I start rigorous academia at Berkeley. At this time last year I was preparing to embark on the big adventure of my relatively short life, and I'm getting that itchy-travel-foot syndrome again. I'm ready to go, ready to get slapped in the face with my own self-sufficiency as I was when I went to New York -- it's been nearly six months and I can't handle the threat of codependency anymore. Must go, must go, must experience that confusion and those moments that are so new that I don't yet have meanings with which to net them. I've discovered lately that meaning is fairly limiting, so I shan't try to give my last big adventure any. It was physical, it was real and tangible in my senses, it was a jaw-drop every ten minutes. I'd never been into staying up until 5:00, 8:30 in the morning like that -- it just happened there, time as a routine was a farce, it was bedtime when the conversation was over. I want to go back to somewhere where 'tired' is just a title with no explanation to back it up. That was us in Spain.
In other news, friends here are groovy. We hang around and throw frisbees and ride bikes and eat burritos and jump and things. I enjoy that.
I enjoyed this.
p.s.: Holly, I haven't forgotten you. Happy birthday, ladybug.
This is one of those quick and dirty updates. Well, as quick as I get, and I showered today, so it's relative. Here are some things:
1) I got into Berkeley and am going next spring. Next spring! If you consider for even just a second, you'll realize that that means...
2) I'm going to blow this silly United States of America joint for at least a month or two and head to the fabulous regions of Europe. Alone. Maybe. With the possible addition of Oliver at my side, or giving me a couch to sleep on for a few weeks. At any rate, he owes me dinner in France from a test bet.
-a) I don't know where I plan to go but I plan to run around all wild-like, as I have made my tradition, and discover things about foreign places and home turf, also known as myself.
-b) I'd kind of like to visit Spain...
-c) ...but mostly I'll be spending time in France, I hope. (Yeah, didn't I say that last time?)
-d) And this time I'll have an iPod and will have saved a reasonable amount of money, so the whole thing will be more enjoyable.
-e) Northwestern France is a no-no...maybe.
3) School is almost over and I'm going to be very sad when French and political science and Sociology are over. Moreover, I will miss the instructors who have been kind enough to pass their knowledge on to me in that American way. This really is goodbye to Todd for a while, and I might even cry.
4) Tortuga is coming to visit, which means...gasp...a real Frog! Finally! One has jumped over the pond to the other side, which only romance can force, I suppose. I'm very exciting to see her.
You might notice that this entry has a theme, which you might also notice has to do with: France and going abroad. You see, I really want to be there, and want to go there before I start rigorous academia at Berkeley. At this time last year I was preparing to embark on the big adventure of my relatively short life, and I'm getting that itchy-travel-foot syndrome again. I'm ready to go, ready to get slapped in the face with my own self-sufficiency as I was when I went to New York -- it's been nearly six months and I can't handle the threat of codependency anymore. Must go, must go, must experience that confusion and those moments that are so new that I don't yet have meanings with which to net them. I've discovered lately that meaning is fairly limiting, so I shan't try to give my last big adventure any. It was physical, it was real and tangible in my senses, it was a jaw-drop every ten minutes. I'd never been into staying up until 5:00, 8:30 in the morning like that -- it just happened there, time as a routine was a farce, it was bedtime when the conversation was over. I want to go back to somewhere where 'tired' is just a title with no explanation to back it up. That was us in Spain.
In other news, friends here are groovy. We hang around and throw frisbees and ride bikes and eat burritos and jump and things. I enjoy that.
I enjoyed this.
p.s.: Holly, I haven't forgotten you. Happy birthday, ladybug.