"silly boy (doo doo dododo do do do)/ take a good look around to seeee...."
Whosa happy boi??
Oh, cmon, of course it's me. Christ guys, couldn't you just play along ;)?
Sunlight! Copious fucken amounts of it! And mud! (ee cummings running thru my head) And my pale blue sweater vest, and delightful emails from various (heh) delightful people, and my bike not rusted to pieces!
((a note to the Jews who read my journal: ( digression )
Turner was a delight. He was really personable and thoughtful and sweet and his performance Debutante Balls was, for lack of a better superlative, amazing. It went down soo well. And afterwards, he put on his hot sailor uniform as a present for me and joined us at twat chat. ( What an awesome guy. )I certainly did not get back to campus at 3:15 and not fall asleep til 5 because I can't sleep without fucking and/or reading and since the first was sadly not an option last night I kept myself awake reading Without A Net.
Actually, I shouldn't say it wasn't an option. I know that C. is just as much a night owl as I. But I digress...
Anyway I am really absurdly happy right now, considering all the work that is smacking me backhanded across the face in really unpleasant ways. I want to get a huge glass of water and sit outside and read, and then nap because I only got 4 hours, and then move on to la bibliothèque to write some silly lil French essay.
I don't want to say I feel invincible cos that would make me sound manic, but I do feel a lot better than I have recently.
Oh, cmon, of course it's me. Christ guys, couldn't you just play along ;)?
Sunlight! Copious fucken amounts of it! And mud! (ee cummings running thru my head) And my pale blue sweater vest, and delightful emails from various (heh) delightful people, and my bike not rusted to pieces!
((a note to the Jews who read my journal: ( digression )
Turner was a delight. He was really personable and thoughtful and sweet and his performance Debutante Balls was, for lack of a better superlative, amazing. It went down soo well. And afterwards, he put on his hot sailor uniform as a present for me and joined us at twat chat. ( What an awesome guy. )I certainly did not get back to campus at 3:15 and not fall asleep til 5 because I can't sleep without fucking and/or reading and since the first was sadly not an option last night I kept myself awake reading Without A Net.
Actually, I shouldn't say it wasn't an option. I know that C. is just as much a night owl as I. But I digress...
Anyway I am really absurdly happy right now, considering all the work that is smacking me backhanded across the face in really unpleasant ways. I want to get a huge glass of water and sit outside and read, and then nap because I only got 4 hours, and then move on to la bibliothèque to write some silly lil French essay.
I don't want to say I feel invincible cos that would make me sound manic, but I do feel a lot better than I have recently.