my life in a snail shell:
france is on strike. I am crossing off calendar days like pulling off petals. we will see what happens at the end. I argue a lot with little kids. get drunk and see students on the tram. have given up on arguing with crazy middle aged roomate who, preemtively defensive, explains in a sin-cosin voice why it's necessary to kill bears (e.g. "if you give people the right to live in nature, you can't put them in danger." "you? who's endangering who?... right, nicole.) I am wondering what is apathy and what is maturity (what is self-indulgence?). I am wondering if you can ever go home again. my friend did LSD and turned vegan. not an advertised side-effect, but be warned. saw a play last night with simulated sex on stage. long, with a pulsing house-music accompaniament (sp?). a gorgeous girl who I've adored for seven years is coming to visit in a week. a boy who I love will come in two and at the end of july move to japan. my sister is almost driving, taking puyallup by a sixteen-year-old storm, like we all did, because what else was there to do? frustrated that I can't motivate every student. thrilled by them when they figure something out. wishing I'd been alive and russian or french or german enough to have known vladimir nabokov (or maybe everyone's better in that vague-idea-form. doesn't it suck sometimes realizing every writer is human?) being pummeled the passing of time. don't have enough money for new cds. haven't seen a really good concert since rufus wainwright in september. moving back to the bellingham in three months.