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I talked about wireless networks, GAIA, and rocks with my geologist today.
He associates himself on the "mad" end of the scientist spectrum.
I told him that Carter trades turtles on the black market.
We had nearly four conversations today. And countless awkward moments of eye contact.
This strange occurance, Serge Gainsbourg, and my somewhat parisian appearance all contributed to my ascent to insanity today. I felt as though trapped in a strange french movie: everything going right and wrong at the same time!
It must be love.
I then saw Hotel Rwanda while on a date with Mollie.
(I told my Dad I was going on a date with Mollie. He asked me if I had anyone better. I told him, in short, no. Mollie is my birthday buddy. And we don't have boyfriends to go out with-- so who better than each other?!?!?)
I stopped counting how many times I started crying after 5.
Best moment in the movie: Upon discovery in a bathtub, Don Cheadle's wife holds up a shower head as a weapon. Cheadle and wife embrace. He picks up the shower head, "What were you planning on doing with this?" They laugh and embrace.
On account of most of my energy being spent on the geologist and Rwanda, I opted not to go out tonight. Alone is good.
I wrote a short screenplay using Pablo Neruda poetry as some of the dialogue. Turns out that my prof. (who is, in his own right, completely inspirational) is good friends with an archetypal Argentinian poet who happens to be a close friend of Neruda. They went sailing.
Niagra Falls tomorrow.
He associates himself on the "mad" end of the scientist spectrum.
I told him that Carter trades turtles on the black market.
We had nearly four conversations today. And countless awkward moments of eye contact.
This strange occurance, Serge Gainsbourg, and my somewhat parisian appearance all contributed to my ascent to insanity today. I felt as though trapped in a strange french movie: everything going right and wrong at the same time!
It must be love.
I then saw Hotel Rwanda while on a date with Mollie.
(I told my Dad I was going on a date with Mollie. He asked me if I had anyone better. I told him, in short, no. Mollie is my birthday buddy. And we don't have boyfriends to go out with-- so who better than each other?!?!?)
I stopped counting how many times I started crying after 5.
Best moment in the movie: Upon discovery in a bathtub, Don Cheadle's wife holds up a shower head as a weapon. Cheadle and wife embrace. He picks up the shower head, "What were you planning on doing with this?" They laugh and embrace.
On account of most of my energy being spent on the geologist and Rwanda, I opted not to go out tonight. Alone is good.
I wrote a short screenplay using Pablo Neruda poetry as some of the dialogue. Turns out that my prof. (who is, in his own right, completely inspirational) is good friends with an archetypal Argentinian poet who happens to be a close friend of Neruda. They went sailing.
Niagra Falls tomorrow.