and this is what she said

then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station
she couldn't believe what she heard at all
she started dancin' to that fine fine music
you know her life was saved by rock 'n' roll

apparently, i'm a fool--and it's the best thing i've discovered all week.

so as seen in the previous post, i was getting ready for a craaazy weekend of hermit-dom and solitude. then i realize that i've got it all wrong: my fabulous american studies paper/midterm combo meal is a week later than i thought it to be. so... there's no madness. there's no me in a room with a book i don't understand with the hair pulling and the frustration and the tears. at least not til next weekend. plus my french prof postponed the due date of our paper til wednesday. all i reall need to think about now is poli sci. this went from being the worst weekend ever to... well, not.

ohh, i do believe
if you don't like things, you leave
for some place you've never gone before.

so i've decided it's time for me to stop talking about the election and following polls like they mean anything and actually do something. i couldn't make it to nevada this weekend (in part because of my incapacity to read a syllabus, as noted above). but i'm tired of promising to do more and then being an "inactive particpant" as it were. so i'm going to register voters on october 15th and 16th in the swing state nearest me.

you know that women never really faint
and that villians always blink their eyes
that children are the only ones who blush
and that life is just to die

adriana is a stellar chef, and her chicken made my night. also i had the best cappucino at strada tonight. and on my way home from strada with sachini, i gave 2 PEOPLE directions. and the best part is that they were the RIGHT directions. i'm always the one that goes, "oh wait. shit. durant is before haste. shit." and by then they're long gone, and will probably be cursing soon too. i've found the best thing for me is to pretend like i'm not from the area either.

say a word for polly may
she can't tell the night from the day
they threw her out in the street
but just like a cat she landed on her feet