Fleur.Sitting here listening to Robert Pattinson's "I Was Broken" and researching Edith Piaf. Tomorrow I get to watch La Vie En Rose in French class. We're even having croissants.
I went to WA this weekend. Saw Kirsten. She brought me vanilla comoro tea. I thought a lot this weekend about crow's feet, sitting in corners, "Jane Eyre"(Duh), assumptions, and selfishness. Also Ezekiel. God is still smiting people in Ezekiel; it's very depressing. My communications teacher told me that reading micro-expressions wouldn't make me paranoid.
He lied.
I wanted to take Kirsten home with me so bad. I keep needing to remind myself why I didn't. It's getting ridiculous. I love her too much. And then I keep telling myself,
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
An eight year old said that. I stole it from Hana. But that really doesn't help at all because I do mean it and sometimes I get worried she'll forget.
Edith Piaf loved a married man who was a professional boxer. He died.
I think I am going to read Psychology homework, make some Christmas gifts, and stop reading sad love stories now. Also I need tea. I have the day off today from everything except homework. I think it calls for watching a movie. Adolescence, tea, Robert, and a movie. I need my good tea too.
Bella.
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