Snow, Anticipation, and Letters from France
Any entries between this one and the last one would have been incredibly whiny and un-profound, so I refrained. That's not to say that I have since found profundity, but I think I have at least by now enough sanity to step back and calm myself down. My life is not falling apart. Yes I am still behind in some work, and still somehow unable to do something about it, but it is no longer destroying me. I will get it done and I will have a life again and this winter is going to be wonderful. I am so ready for yoga and freedom and driving and the ability to do whatever the hell I want before 6:00 at night. No longer will I be a harsh critic of all those "geeks" who get to go home at 3:15, because, glory upon glory, praised be to this strange thing that is senior year, I will become one.
Anyways, I guess it was an eventful week, with the end of FH without a game,and my speaking at the Mother/Daughter dinner, and all the craziness that went down at Joe's last night. It even snowed, and those late night snowball fights were not only the highlight of my Friday evening, (even better than Saved! which was really, really good), but also maybe the highlight of my entire week. Actually, scratch that, because the most exciting element of the weekend was an email, no, make that two e-mails from Monsieur Ben himself! Life is boring we are suddenly relieved and rescued by pleasant surprises.
Anyways, I guess it was an eventful week, with the end of FH without a game,and my speaking at the Mother/Daughter dinner, and all the craziness that went down at Joe's last night. It even snowed, and those late night snowball fights were not only the highlight of my Friday evening, (even better than Saved! which was really, really good), but also maybe the highlight of my entire week. Actually, scratch that, because the most exciting element of the weekend was an email, no, make that two e-mails from Monsieur Ben himself! Life is boring we are suddenly relieved and rescued by pleasant surprises.