Merde
I made the mistake today of yelling across the quad that I was done with finals. Of course, this is very exciting to me, but I did have to dodge sniper bullets on the way to the library after this collegiate faux-paus. (That was a fun sentence… I wonder if it made sense?)
I had a few dreams last night that placed me in these non-senseical situations, but were metaphorical representations of some real-life situations I’m dealing with now. It was really weird, I have never dreamt in metaphor before. Pretty cool though, maybe my subconscious mind is picking up on some of my creative writing lessons…
I love the smell of cigarettes. I might have written this before, but I dont care, I love it too much. I will never smoke one, but gosh darn if I don’t buy a pack just to light it as incense. (I have never done this) It makes sense if you think about it, that smell is associated with only AWESOME things in my life: Concerts, clubs, restaurants, studios, etc.. I think I was equally pissed about them banning cigarette smoking indoors…
So I’m reading this book called “A Year in the Merde”, which I’m enjoying, but it has MERDE written in giant letters on the front. (which was of course what caught my eye in the bookstore…) So, while I’m sitting on the plaza, calmly enjoying my read, my book is yelling “SHIT” at everyone that passes by. Awesome.
