She Kisses When She Sleeps.
My overly-flirtatious and overly-handsome professor with the German accent...
Gave me an A- on my written exam over Educating Rita and Plato's Meno.
I was worried I had failed it.
Shelly called today, to tell me that she drove past Richardson and saw little girls out
Playing on the playground. It made her think of me, she said, and then Coldplay
started playing and so she had to call. It was cute.
I really love this picture. I wouldn't change a thing about it.
Especially how blue the water looks.
I still cannot believe I caught a shot of this without anyone walking across it.
It's a very busy place, you see.
Franklin Hall...where I dropped my bastard Psychology class today.
And then stopped to take this lovely picture. I thought of it as a little
farewell salute to the nazi himself.
Someone somewhere wrote this for someone special. And I would be lying
if i said I wasn't green with envy.
Taken Saturday nite at the exterior of some sorority house that I did not step foot into.
It's the moon.
Richmond is well on its way on the journey to complete shit.
I am told the Arboretum is gone, now.
Good thing IU's so woodsy.
Otherwise, I might forget what a tree actually looks like.
It's like I live in a damned Arboretum.
Student Building.
duece.
IU's famous Sample Gates. The busy street below is Kirkwood, where
all the weekend action goes on for those fortunate enough to be twenty-
one years of age.
Forever if I could,
Forever, if I may..