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March 24: Studying for a Neuman test, which, if you're in the FSU Art History department, are the most difficult tests you will ever take. Ever run a marathon? This is worse.
March 25: My friend Anissa is taking this Museum class that included a field trip during Spring Break - to London. While sitting in Neuman's class one day, he happened to mention that The Swing, this gorgeosity and yumyumyum of a painting
was in London, more specifically in the Wallace Collection, so I convinced her to sneak away one day and go see it. She did, and after recovering from the expected emotional shock one experiences in front of such a work, she got me this lovely postcard that is now on my wall, next to Bernini's David<333, which Sarah brought me back from Italy :]
March 26: Simple - pancakes for breakfast.
March 27.
March 28: I have been drinking Earl Gray like a maniac lately. A good three cups a day. So good.
March 29: I got this desk from David's friend's wife, since they were moving to Switzerland and couldn't take it with them (!). It's a renovation project, but it's from the 1940s and it was free and it is gorgeous. I'm so in love with it and can't wait to change it up and have it be perfect forever.
March 30: Rereading. The first time I read this book I was in high school, so by now I'd forgotten how gorgeous Fitch's language is in telling Astrid's story.
"Always learn poems by heart," she said. "They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay."
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I could see the two of us in the round mirror on the wall, our long hair down, our blue eyes. Norsewomen. When I saw us like this, I could almost remember fishing in cold deep seas, the smell of cod, the charcoal of our fires, our felt boots and our strange alphabet, runes like sticks, a language like the ploughing of fields.