January 2009
14 posts
Tonight my dorm building smells like my...
You know the smell—the smell of old mixed with heavy perfume and coffee.
Usually, I hate Sundays. I used to hate them because my grandparents forced me to go to church, then I hated them because nothing was open, and after that I hated them because they came before Mondays. I still hate them.
But not today. Today was a good day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Woke up late,...
Long weekends are NEVER long enough.
Thank goodness I have one more class-free day.
Better late than never, right?
I came up with a few New Year’s resolutions.
Here they are:
Stop complaining so damn much. Get that size 6. Love. Be more spontaneous, less afraid. Will my little VW to make it to Nashville. Drink more cafe au lait. Treat myself without guilt. Hit those thesis deadlines. Embrace the pretentious accent that comes with my French.
faux pas on the first day.
I sat down in my French reading class without any nervousness. It was my third French reading course, and the fourth time I’ve taken a class from this particular professor. I already knew her teaching style, I’m fairly comfortable in my French reading abilities, so no sweat.
Within the first fifteen minutes of class, Madame is telling us a story about an instance that occurred in...
2009 is going to be my year.
…I have a sneaking suspicion that I tell myself that every year, but I really mean it this time.
Too much of a good thing is certainly possible.
I am too relaxed. So relaxed that I’m stressed. It is possible. Ask my boyfriend. He’ll tell you that I do indeed get stressed out by eating Christmas treats, sipping coffee every day, playing card games, and shopping. Of course a week or two of this behavoir is heavenly—-four weeks, however, is just too much. It’s just not in my nature to sit around too long, I guess.
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