parler de tes yeux m'a déconcentré

women. sigh. and that's all we'll say about that.

now that i have internet in my room, i am spending ALL my time doing nothing online...which is terrible, cause i could be spending all my time writing poems or stories or letters or translating the thing i'm getting paid to translate (oops) or wandering around outside. maybe i need to put a limit on my net wanderings. there really shouldn't be a maybe in that sentence.

i miss being able to hug someone at any hour of the day...at bmc, you can always find someone awake and up for a hug or a movie or a cuddlepuddle or a random intelligent conversation. and here i have mer and adri, but i can't see them any time i want--especially in the cold, getting to mer's takes serious commitment...3 changes on the metro and at least 35 minutes. adri is closer but it's still far. i am just being needy, i know. don't listen to me. i just miss you guys all so so much.

and much as i idealize bmc, i am sure much will have changed by the time i get back there in janvier. people will be gone and friendships will have changed dynamics and people will have forgotten things and if it's like taft i don't know what i'm going to do.

stop whining maybe? good idea.

love

me