Hmmm

After having like, four people comment on it in three days, I must conclude that perhaps I am not myself lately.

Anyhow. Predicted high of ONE DEGREE on Sunday. That translates roughly to "fuck if I'm leaving the house." Maybe a 20% chance I go to Thieves, but...yeah. I'm stocking up on soda, DVDs and work ethic. (Which one is a joke? Bonus points if you can tell.)

Been looking at lots of pictures from the past few years lately, and it makes me feel old. Although I guess we still have fun...there have been some memorable nights in Madison, after all. I can't wait for it to be nice again...the fact that it's likely I'll leave the state on trips to warmer places THREE TIMES before the weather here approaches palatable is incredibly depressing. 

So far, not a huge fan of Dos Passos. He's still got 300-odd pages to convert me, but it will take some doing.

So many annoying, non-academic tasks to do. It's horrible. I'm tempted to drop out and live in Justin's living room or something, but I know I'd...well, I was going to say I know I'd regret it, but I can't say that in all honesty, so instead I will say that I would surely get tired of sharing one shower with two dudes.

Sent Con's Valentine's gift today. He thinks he knows what it is, which is laughable. He has no idea. I'm curious whether he'll admit to being wrong or not when it arrives; I'm thinking of making him tell one of his roommates what he thinks it is for security. It's sad we won't be together, but I go down there like two weeks later (two weeks and one day, but who's counting?), so it's not so bad. It's funny...this is our third Valentine's Day knowing each other and our second together; I still have vivid memories of the first one, like a month before we started dating, when he was still with his old girlfriend. We spent the day together in a cafe, me writing in my journal while he worked on application essays for something, and then in the evening we saw a movie together. After the movie I waited in the street while he called his girlfriend from a phonebooth, smoking Gauloises and wanting him. When he hung up we wandered from St Michel to Chatelet, talking and sharing cigarettes until time ran out and we had to run to catch our trains home.

...now all I want is a cigarette and my boyfriend. And Paris. But I could live with just the middle one.