I set a goal for myself this time around: write, write, and then keep writing until there's nothing left to be said. To give an overview of my progress so far:
-During the landing, I scrawled a few notes about how predictable going to a UC would be compared to...oh I won't say it because it's impossible.
-We got on the bus and I reclused it out hard, turned on Animal Collective really loud (Merriweather Post Pavilion = wayyy better than Strawberry Jam) so that I could pretend like I wasn't with anyone else.
-I wrote about how annoying I thought Charles was.
But I ended up eating dinner with Charles. It was Charles, Travis and I, and we walked around the Latin Quarter, ate gelato at a restaurant featured in Paris, Je T'aime, had philosophical conversations in the Luxembourg Gardens (my new favorite place in the world) and actually had a nice time. I still have no idea what is going on in Charles's head, though.
I should stop this before it gets to happy, because that's not really the point of Popo mind control, is it? Oh, I have something. Today on the plane, I didn't sleep at all but for fifteen minutes or so, which means I've been away for about twenty-seven hours. I started watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button at the beginning of the flight, but turned it on and off so many times that I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SEE THE END. The plane turned it off. How strategic was it that they made the movie star Brad Pitt; just when you want to shut down the movie, you CAN'T because you know Benjamin's going to get hot sooner or later.
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I thought you might find this interesting:
I got into Oxbow. But my parents are retarded and thought they could apply for financial aid without doing their taxes. It's fucked up and I don't know what to do. I'm about to go ask Tam for money so that I can get away from their fucking institution.
And yes, please keep writing and send me all of it because I find it interesting to say the least.
My life was changed tonight at a concert. It was a religious experience and now I don't think I know myself.
I'm seeing Hottub play with the Ting Tings on the 15th and then driving down south the next day for Coachella. That's all I can think about.
You better be having a grand time in France. I would give up everything to run away there.
morrreee and im a hypocrite
I hope you know how much i'm living vicariously through you.
I don't know if it's how much I actually miss France itself, or the French (definitely not that...)or just the idea of being somewhere, away from shit, away from people, enjoying a break.
i'm so happy for you that you're there.... even just chilling with Charles and his junk.
bisous!
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