Writing a 1,000-1,500 word paper for my Modern British Poetry class. After typing my heading and purported titled I looked at the word count and thought, Well, only 980 more words to go. Not a good start.
I constantly have to sneeze, but can’t. I feel it starting behind my nose, then travel toward my eyes, causing them to water. Nothing comes of it and I have to grab a tissue to wipe away my teary eyes.
The song “East Harlem” by Beirut is so stinking good. For realz.
I love David Sedaris. Sometimes I wish I could write stories as well as he does. I feel like the luckiest scholar in the world because I get to read his book Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim for a presentation in my Southern Literature class.
I bought this goat brie cheese at the grocery store last week and it is one of the best tasting cheeses I have had in a long time. Once it’s melted down I’m pretty sure I would eat it on anything–bark included.
I straightened my hair today, despite the threat of a thunderstorm. This is the second time I’ve straightened it since arriving in Charleston. The last time I did my roommate said, “Whoa! You straightened your hair, oh my gosh.” Then proceeded to laugh like she was really embarrassed for me.
Thoughts?
I really want to go to back to Paris. I was reminiscing with Jill yesterday about how great it is to live in Europe. Rarely do I forget that I used to be able to jet off to a foreign country for the weekend. That was cool.
I had a small patch on my leg scraped off to get rid of a suspicious brown spot last week. Today I was examining it before putting Vaseline and a band-aid on it and was reminded how cool the human body is. The skin just regenerates like it’s no big deal. Totally neat.
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A Broad At Home 