I spent a night at the BU residence of my former best friend whom I haven't seen in like a decade ( Read more... )

Ri: not that it makes pluto any less of what it is. it's still going to keep on doing its pluto things, and has always done its pluto things, and if we have misconstrued in the past what those pluto things are, i guess that is our fault
Ri: pluto, you have done no wrong
Joe: now its gonna be with planets more like itself
Joe: it should be more ( Read more... )

I guess you had to be there, but the funniest thing ever is my French professor pretending to be some fascist tourist, pounding the table, yelling, and pointing at Paris's general direction, "Niet! Nien! Au Louvre! Culture*!I only have 45 minutes between my flights in Paris, and despite having been told that that's enough time by my host parents ( Read more... )

Denise and I asked on where and when the rendezvous was for the Sunday excusion to the Roquefort caves.

"Go to this bus stop by the aqueducts," said They. "You must be there at 7:50 AM at the latest! [Despite the fact that none of our other excursions -- nor anything else in this country -- ever leave on time,] this bus definitely will leave -- ( Read more... )

ONE WEEK LEFT IN FRANCE BETTER SPEND MONEY . Shopping tomorrow! Possibly jazz concert in the evening if I recover from this cold. Then on Sunday, the Roquefort caves. And more shopping! Possibly for Roquefort cheese! (Seriously, I've been buying a lot of food-ish souvenirs. Four little jars of wine jam, a pack of Provençal spices, the cutest ( Read more... )

As I tend to do when I am bored and/or gloomy, I researched what grad schools I want to go to and what I want to study there. The results are always similar, with tiny things here and there, but there is a bent towards a certain subject, eh? My ideal top 3 are (for the time being ( Read more... )

When I try to write about what I've learned and how this has changed my life manifesto, the words run. I don't think there are a lot of things I want to say, but everything is so intrinsically linked to everything else in my head that it's hard to be concise. It's not that I've changed -- it's that I am no longer a shadow in the cave, but the ( Read more... )

I put this new pink skirt in my laundry and now my clothes are pink. This is fashion imperialism, but then again, what more can one expect from a 5 euro skirt, I guess. However, you can only really see the real discoloration with my yellow camisole (now peach), my pink tank top (now a rosier pink), and my striped pajama pants (now black and pink ( Read more... )

Ideally, if I had the patience and discipline, I would dress to the effect of this everyday. It was the look I kind of wanted in high school also. Tangentially, here's Joe. (I love the backgrounds ( Read more... )

For the most part, this is me in France:

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