Last night we mourned properly by watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (good thing I brought it) and eating Mike n' Ikes. Had I been in the states it would have been Cool Hand Luke and balsamic vinegar. Nonetheless, it was good enough for me because...
I dreamed I was Paul Newman!! Well, not him, but one of his rebel characters. I kept escaping from the police, or jail, or other things. And then I got caught and they put handcuffs on me and I said, "Chains? Oh, I can break out of chains?" And I broke through them.
I felt really cool when I woke up.
Except I really think my bed is going to collapse everytime I wake up/move.
Yesterday after dinner we chatted with our host sister Virgi(nia) and she asked us about Speed Dating, because she heard they do it in America, haha.
I've gotta learn this language.
So yesterday I thought I had a midterm but I didn't and I really have no idea what's going on in my class...ever.
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2 comments:
nice elliott smith reference.
For some one half as smart...
...you put yourself apart
I can't help until you start
you should just know i frequently make up words to songs, i'm glad you figured it out anyway.
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