everything seems to connect in the strangest way. like reading sylvia plath, then my library research, then taking pictures there that day. et voilà, there he is, dislocated, two red rivers flowing from his nose and the a crowd looking up. he fell from from the sky. it was like amelie. and i want to know why this is what he wanted.
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went to the library to do homework, instead found myself reading sylvia plath. took her out along with willaim styron, who i cant seem to finish- in french of course ( Read more... )

last night we read Akhmatova till 2 in the morning. jealous of her her sorrow, her inspiration to produce brilliant poetry. the french translation that does it no justice ( Read more... )

bloody monday ( Read more... )

back from bayonne, a mini weekend trip which turned into quite a little adventure. i have missed the spontaneity of travelling, and here it was again, for 2 days. anyhow, we stayed at julien's, someone we have never met, who took us to an awesome party where alcohol made us loose our inhibitions. but, thats nothing out of the ordinary ( Read more... )

5 of us jumped a fence to touch the walls of a 2000 year old Roman Ampitheater. We took our pictures sang our songs and hopped back ro reality. ate handfuls of candy and got a nice sugarhigh. Paraded down the ancient streets looking for a pizza place. it was never found, so we made our own food. crepes with nutella never tasted so good ( Read more... )

friday, yo! in b dot france. feeling fatigue, need a nap. residence life is hard. there is no stop button, i freeze and faint and starve and stay up. the fainting was def not cool. doc came, looking like santa clause, checked my pressure and gave me pills. ive never owned so many. little bottles and boxes, chewable and dissolvable and the ( Read more... )

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the french are always giving kisses ( Read more... )

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