My role here has gradually transmogrified from Marginal Mary into She-Who-Must-Be-Appeased. i haven’t so much as opened a door for myself in a week. it’s really something.

Hi cyberfriends. How are you i’m fine. In a strange twist of life, I’ve been watching a lot of movies. There’s nothing better on Tues/Thurs afternoons than curling up in a folding chair in FAC 341 with one of the Toshibas and a D. Dr. Pepper. You can rent all the classics for up to six hours at a time, as long as you don’t leave the building. Hey restrictive campus administrators living in fear of student thefts: Not a problem. I could L-I-V-E in the F-A-C. Watch me. Unfortunately, sometimes the television areas become congested with old wackos, putting a damper on the otherwise intimate and relaxing atmosphere. Yesterday my odd, elderly carrelmate (seriously. where do these people come from? when did university student unions become magnets for sweaty geriatrics? something to be explored in this sem.’s ethnography..?) was so emphatically enjoying both his screening of Just My Luck and his Coca-Cola Blak that I had to forfeit the carrel in the middle of my DVd selection. In other worldly news, yesterday a small french voice told me to return to Bard College. I listened, but nothing is certain. Given the statistic that Bard’s most successful students leave after two years and finish up somewhere else (i.e. Peter Sarsgaard (and more)), I predict a semester of continued oscillation.

Zut Alors! At the last possible minute, I registered for the University of Wisconsin Official French Placement Test at the University of Texas, this is a v. big deal, it’s like I told Texas I kinda liked him (in the way one likes a step-father), in conclusion, I’m beginning to invest a lot more in the South ($65 = cost of test)

An efficient way to live is to designate one week of a year (preferably the first week; get it out of the way) for frenetic travel and relentless socialization and then loaf around in reclusive wonder/pain for the remaining 51. This intercession’s [as an ex-bard do i still reserve the right to call the liminal time between sems. intercession?? winter break is awfully pedestrian.] sojourn East was a diet version of last intercession’s, but it was no less ambulatory and revealing. Most importantly I was able to indulge my inner Helga Crane while tenderly reconnecting with treasured friends and being informed by new and old acquaintances that I am transparent but wear pants well (apparently) (see facebook album: “superlatives”). I have more significant things to say at some point in time, like about how American Airlines is now my carrier of choice (this is audaciously so!); most of these things relate to my impending career as a stewardess and will be outlined at a later time (graduation).