the milktruck hauls the sunup
It's all finally almost over....what a rollycoaster week. This day went surprisingly smooth, I finished my paper in economics and it was, too, surprisingly smooth. Talking to Brendan for five hours is so worth the overlapping of market value and the reproduction of da Vinci.
In diatonic harmony, proof that I've been surrounded by women for too long showed itself as an awkward bend made the making of eyes with my professor. Whoo.
Work was a little difficult today....we had this big meeting reiterating the rules on Tuesday, which all seemed to be two steps forward and three steps backwards by today. Three kids cried. They were all running around like maniacs. It was so hard. Actually, despite it all, I realized what a damned sweetheart this one kid Muhammed is. He has old man hands, an old soul. I taught him to multiply and he got the hang of it. I love that feeling.
Tonight my new friend Alina and I played music for a few hours. It felt so good. We played some gillian welch songs, kate wolf songs, old traditional songs. I'm so glad I've finally met someone here who likes that stuff, and who plays and sings music too. I have that feeling right now, in my belly that I get after singing. Like when you've been talking a lot, but better.
Only fifty minutes left in this academic week. Thankya Jesus.
Three weeks from tomorrow I"m gonna be home again, home again, jiggity jig. I sure miss ole Mile High.
Yay, tomorrow I'm buying myself some ganj for the first time in months. About damn time. Hellooooo weekend.
In diatonic harmony, proof that I've been surrounded by women for too long showed itself as an awkward bend made the making of eyes with my professor. Whoo.
Work was a little difficult today....we had this big meeting reiterating the rules on Tuesday, which all seemed to be two steps forward and three steps backwards by today. Three kids cried. They were all running around like maniacs. It was so hard. Actually, despite it all, I realized what a damned sweetheart this one kid Muhammed is. He has old man hands, an old soul. I taught him to multiply and he got the hang of it. I love that feeling.
Tonight my new friend Alina and I played music for a few hours. It felt so good. We played some gillian welch songs, kate wolf songs, old traditional songs. I'm so glad I've finally met someone here who likes that stuff, and who plays and sings music too. I have that feeling right now, in my belly that I get after singing. Like when you've been talking a lot, but better.
Only fifty minutes left in this academic week. Thankya Jesus.
Three weeks from tomorrow I"m gonna be home again, home again, jiggity jig. I sure miss ole Mile High.
Yay, tomorrow I'm buying myself some ganj for the first time in months. About damn time. Hellooooo weekend.