school shite

It's amazing what a bottle of diet Coke and a visit to the feminist studies' offices can do for a guy. Add to that Trane and McCoy Tyner working away in my headphones, and it all seems quite beautiful, including the heavy gray sky outside. I'm over at the university trying to get my studies in order. I might get to kibitz on an MA wmst course for credit, which would be pretty fucking great. Need to figure out my phyllo stuff stat, but that shouldn't be that hard. It's just a little bit stressful figuring out how to navigate an entirely different school, one that uses funny words like "modules" and "tutorials."

Hey, look what I can do: €.
That's just to prove I am indeed across the sea.

tout mon amour--