Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Woke up, got out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head.
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, i noticed i was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and i went into a dream

School's a-started again. I feel that my favorite classes will be Dante(hooray, medievalist prof!), and French.
Leaky roof is fixed, but now the heater is broke. Any colder the pipes will freeze and the birds will die. Book prices are killing me. I'm going to try to get them one at a time, when I can afford them, and use in the mean time.

Boyfriend came and left, now moving from Seattle to DC. I liked Seattle better, but what can you do? Maybe DC isn't as bad as I remember.

Classes are messing up my Monday morning ritual of the bank and library. Guess I just have to get up earlier now. Less time spent with my roommates the better. I hope I make some friends soon.


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