I have to say, it's nice to come..home..on the train at noontime from the airport and find your friends still drunk from the night before, sitting in a stale apartment with the blinds all shut trying very fiercely to pretend it's still nighttime. It's a good thing there is 'rock n roll' dancing and singing to movie-ending ballads punctuated by love seat naps. And a comfort to hear "the family's back together" and be handed red wine when your afternoon plans consisted of napping and mourning the loss of your mother to the united states. We've been playing lots of Clue. I'm on a diet, I think, but surrounded by christmas chocolate. ahhhhhhhhh. I want to go to
this in May. Check out the line-up, holy hell right? shit's crazy. The semester starts soon but we're making it a point to be stress free/no-muss about it. The administration doesn't have a clue what we do anyway. Alissa visits in a little over a month and she is bringing the Bert stuffed animal I sent to her freshman year, which I bought at the Farmington thrift shop. I guess she's thinking he would enjoy living in France with me in the springtime. Who doesn't want to be in France in the springtime? There are pigeons in Le Mans. I don't know whether Liss and I should go to Corsica or La Roschelle or what. As long as it involves ocean or vineyards or just plain Layla time, I'm good.
In other news, I am a superhero! Almost. it turns out I may be more electrical than most people, which would explain why my cameras always get fucked and go zaney, turning otherwise normal pictures pink and stripey. Zac, who knows all, has heard about this and I guess there are bracelets you can purchase to eliminate your own extra-electricness messing with the camera. On the "bright" side, with enough concentration and jedi study, I'm pretty sure I can harbor the electricity and one day be able to shoot lightning bolts out of my fingertips.
Someone please come over and eat all of this chocolate, for god sakes. I'm fat.
In still other news
in Morocco, goats climb trees. WHAT