Who needs to think when your feet just go?

I was in a super good mood all day today. I bought myself a soft serve and savored every second of it. I felt like an 8 year old, and I smiled and giggled the entire time I was eating it.

It is summertime here. Not so much officially, but according to me. It is three straight days of over 90 degrees.

I heard this song on the radio today. Oldies station. It is my summer anthem. It always reminds me of summertime. This video creeps me out though.

Working on a presentation for tomorrow. The eschatology of the Black Death. I'm wicked smaht.*

I am very sad and dreamy right now. Don't know where my happy mood went. I was going to post pictures but now I don't much feel like it. I am watching Amelie. I love Jean-Pierre Jeunet.

I liked Paris. Particularly Monmartre. I suppose someday I might like to live there. With a cat. That seems Parisian.

I heard a new phrase for my Masters program. Michael Sweeney coined it. "Curatorial sciences." I like that. Mikey and I talked about hipsters. We both agree they kind of suck. They all have opinions on art and politics and music, but none of them vote, or listen to anything new or unusual, and they spend their time spraypainting anything that holds still. Not that I am knocking tagging. When done correctly it is (in and of itself) a form of art. But throwing your tag name up on the side of building isn't art. Make something. Oh also, I might not be the most ambitious person around, but I have dreams and goals that don't involve working as a waitress at that super hip coffee shop/diner. My need to buck the system includes a healthy dose of curiosity about the world and the people in it, including those deemed un-hip.

I have a final on Friday. My next class starts on Monday, but it is an online course, so I will not have to schlep to campus every day and make nice with the masses. Usually I just want to sit by myself and read or study. It is really the only time I get to myself. I crave it. I don't want to worry about what people are thinking of me. And the truth is, I always worry about what people are thinking of me.

That sounds pathetic. Not always. Not if I can be left alone to read.

Also--One of the bloggers I follow had a baby about 3 weeks ago and she is already the cutest fucking baby I've ever seen. Usually newborns are sort of wrinkly and weird, but not this one. Her name is Ever. I know, right?? Adorbs.

*Ok I admit it, I didn't know what eschatology meant until I looked it up in the dictionary. But I know now! ;)