Listening to the radio and baking muffins and playing music and eating seafood and talking to friends and telling stories and being a little boy crazy and discovering strawberry lemonade and "oriental chicken wonton happiness" salad at souplantation and riding on moving sidewalks and making medicine "treat bags" for sick friends and walking to the

My school e-mail is usually relatively free of junk e-mail. So when I get one, I end up reading it. Please enjoy a sample from an e-mail I received today from a wise poet named "Gwendolyn B." I have retained original text spacing and punctuation for your benefit.

Curses, like chickens, come home to roost A bad penny always turns up. He who ( Read more... )

One time my friend and I were walking down Tarento Drive and we decided that it would be a lot better -- life, that is -- if everyone walked around naked. Physically, emotionally... Right, so I understand that this idea is hardly new. No matter your take on chronological readings of Genesis, there's quite the imagery of nakedness and oneness with ( Read more... )

I saw this on a friend's blog and couldn't resist. I know these things aren't supposed to mean anything, but I'm a 1 and some of the quiz's "insight" is interesting. I probably could stand a little more diplomacy. Why am I listening to this quiz, though? First of all, I didn't do anything to be born on my birthday. And check out the grammar on the ( Read more... )

C'est fini.

Every day something else scary happens.

Actual conversation happening at the next table from me:

"We are SO skipping class right now!"

"Oh yeah, I KNOW!" *

*no dialogue was altered in the reporting of this conversation. And they just got kicked out to go to a study room. Score.

Today my friend gave me a goose book (that is, a book with geese on it) and then I was so pleased that I turned around and dropped my sandwich on the ground outside the Commons and I was really sad. That sandwich, which I waited in line for 15 minutes at Caf Rush Hour to make, had as its contents ( Read more... )

I think that this is the post where I write about how crazy my life is right now, about all of the stresses and questions and "lack of"s (like job, car, Social Security number... you know, the usual) and solicit your comments of "you'll get there" and "keep a stiff upper lip ( Read more... )

I usually say, "Je suis canadienne".

Now I say, "Je suis canadienne et americaine".

I wonder if I'll ever say just, "Je suis americaine".