I'm still alive, still remaining far away from anything that remotely resembles beer (which includes, but is not limited to apple juice, honey and cider vinegar) and still feeling a little lonely. I feel like I should still be somewhere over the ocean, that my brain and my heart still haven't agreed on where is home, and where exactly I should be. God willing that'll be sometime soon, because everything is kinda tasting like airplane food.
Classes are good - easier than I thought, despite the dire and predictable warnings of various professors. My english teacher is pompous, as they all should be, and my philosophy teacher plays dungeons and dragons, and I've got a view of an abandonned tractor tire yard from my dorm room. Really - life never ceases to amaze me. All 15 channels of my free cable cover Katrina's devestation in a remarkably diverse number of languages, and needless to say, Katrina sounds naughtier when you say it with a French accent. Therefore, TV Cinq is getting a lot of screen time.
My computer is still up and running, which shocks and amazes me; with a certain ammount of smug pleasure mixed in. I have to say, I really enjoyed watching a movie in bed last night. The good part is, is that it warms up the sheets, so it's almost like having a real live boyfriend in bed with me. Ignore the fact he's only 18 inches (or so) squared, and I've got myself a date.
Off to sociology - take care all.
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