1. I finished a journal on Sunday morning. It's always so sad when I close the book on a chunk of my life. I'm always at a loss as to what to do with them, so in my shoe closet, there's a stack of leather bound journals. Thoughts, ideas, quotes ... all lost to my high heels and winter coats. Is it strange to religiously write and then toss it in with my flip flops?
2. Last week, I got to talk to my classes about Hemingway and Fitzgerald's relationship, and their time on the French Riviera. I'm pretty sure (really, really sure) they all thought I was off my rocker, but how can you not get a little excited about it? Dudes used to have lunch with Picasso for crying out loud. Who do you have lunch with? That's what I thought. They attributed my excitement to too much Diet Mountain Dew (which is totally possible). Really though, it's days like those that make all of the standardized test prep days a little easier to handle. 3. I'm trying to get through three books right now and one of them is "Lolita" by Nabokov. Tough subject. Strange cadence to the language. But it's beautiful in a way that I haven't read in a long, long time. My copy is starting to look a little like Jane Eyre - pages folded and sticky notes littering the pages. My favorite lines so far?
4. I'm trying to use Tumblr. I don't get it. Someone want to give me a crash course? And do I really need another "thing" to keep track of? Sometimes (a lot of times) quotes aren't cited, and poetry is only one line long, and there are such strange questions being asked ... What does it all mean? Someone please explain. 5. I had such a fun weekend. I spent Friday night at the first football game of the year, and then Saturday with friends around a campfire, and then Sunday around a table with friends, and then Monday at a parade with TT. I wouldn't say no to three day weekends forever and ever. |
. About Moi .I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences. And if you need an awesome virtual assistant, who is full of personality and really good jokes? Email me. I'm your girl. This website uses marketing and tracking technologies. Opting out of this will opt you out of all cookies, except for those needed to run the website. Note that some products may not work as well without tracking cookies. Opt Out of Cookies |
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