February 2009
I’m going out for semi-fancy brunch this morning with last quarter’s film prof and the rest of the TAs. I assume we will discuss Italian neo-realism over croissants.
Or we’ll just eat pancakes and gossip about who has the dumbest students. One or the other.
Last weekend I was in Claire’s with my dad (there’s a sentence I never thought I’d write) because we were buying my 4-year-old cousin a tutu and tiara for her birthday. I said “Dad, can you pay for this? I want to look around…” and he looked at me like I was crazy since I was approximately 13 years older than the average age of the people in there.
But...
So it was probably a bad idea to make my first yoga class experience a hot yoga class (where they heat up the room to an oven-like temperature). It was… sweaty.
I’d never done any yoga before, except for once in high school gym class, but I figured it would be kind of easy, since I’m used to dance classes and I’m fairly limber. What I kind of forgot was that I...
I’m leaving Canada in exactly 2 months. It’s hard to wrap my mind around moving back to America. (I wrote “moving back home” and changed it.)
After living downtown in the city (even though it’s a small one), the idea of moving back to the suburbs, to a housing development in the woods seems really isolating. I know I’m going to feel cut off from everything, and...
Last weekend my grandmother described something as “bling.” It startled me, but when she later described a pretty girl as “23 skidoo” the world made sense again.
