Jun 20, 2005 21:16
Well, turns out I got a gold star, despite my blue star anxiety. I'm such a tool. They shouldn't mess with my psyche like that...
I'm actually kind of excited to visit the Skydo-- er, I mean, Roger's Centre, even though I know/care crap-all for baseball. The experience alone would be worth it.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Still two weeks left.
I am a tool...
Oh, Little Cricket, I've got something you will no doubt find amusing, but I'm still waiting for your letter...
And Maike wrote me! So happy.
And around it goes...
Un marche sur ton âme
Sur ton ventre
Je bois le restant de tes années
J'ai avalé ta lune
Le rêve de ton innocence
Pour devenir ton ange
Et te proteger à nouveau.
MARC CHAGALL
Merci, Maike.
C'est stupid d'être jaleux.
My French is rotten.
I wish I had a prom to go to.