and i really ought to be asleep. but i'm not. just had a very long phone conversation with my sister, and am currently waiting for my aspirin to kill my headache (while staring at a computer screen. really smart, i know. the perfect way to remove headache.). i am entering my first real weekend here, and my roommate is at a retreat. so i am by myself, with a french test to study for, and nothing else to do. come for a visit, anyone?
and life is good. got my cell phone - finally i'm up to date - and so far i've been taking pictures of monkeys. yes, monkeys. i like monkeys. and i like sleep. so why am i still awake? i'm not sure. i'm really not sure. i think i felt like typing something that the whole world could read: something insubstantial and pointless, that will benefit nobody, and possibly make no sense whatsoever.
you know what? someone needs to invent an IQ radar. that way i could tell who was smart and who wasn't, so i could find the "intellectuals" with minimum effort and social embarrassment... although it would be awkward to go up to someone and say "hi, my IQRADAR says you're a brainiac. may i be your friend?" that sounds sketchy. but it might be nice to find those smart people. there're just too many people here! i'm overwhelmed, lost in a sea of faces, and i'm not good at starting conversations. such is the story of my life. that and monkeys. and batman. and movies in which people die. and tea with honey and biscotti. and sleep. yes, sleep sounds like a good idea. when i start equating faces and monkeys and tea and death, i need sleep. so off i go... into the wild blue yonder, quoting songs i partially know...
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