Yesterday and today I rode my bike to work in the rain. It’s not so bad until I’m two thirds of the way there and all the cumulative raindrops start having an effect on my clothing. The rain stopped today just in time for me to bike home which was very nice of it. I’m so glad it was thinking of me. It was a slow day though, so Lisa and I passed the time as usual with gossip and spider solitaire and trying on shoes.

Tomorrow I’m buying shoes, picking up my paycheck, and rehearsing a madrigal. I don’t think I’m playing in the noon recital Tuesday after all because I can’t get in touch with my pianist, but I’ll be playing the same thing at Seniors in Recital so it doesn’t really matter. In fact it makes my life easier and increases the chances that it will sound good and not just like a good effort. Tomorrow also two different organizations are feeding me–the CDC and then the French Department. This is good because although I have peanut butter and jelly, I have no bread.

I went to the place I volunteer at for the last time today, just for a parents dinner. The kids were really cute and I was kind of sad to leave. Also, they fed me. Plus I can now make it up the hill on Saint Clair without stopping or dying. Overall I think going there twice a week was doing a lot of good things for me: making me exercise, making me interact with kids, making me spend my time doing something unselfish. Thank God that’s over.

My French paper is almost 8 pages and it has to be 12-15. Normally I don’t have this much trouble with paper lengths, but I don’t really know what to do here. I’m thinking of using excessive examples from the book. Enough of them that they’ll take up four pages. I don’t really know if this will work.

Hey, this is super cool. Or maybe it’s supercool, as the French say. Okay, I’ll just go all the way and say it’s superchouette. Does anyone really say that? Anyway, I want some.

I haven’t posted in a while, I guess. Things are happening. That’s a lie, nothing is going on. Nothing at all. I worked last weekend, and it turns out I work this weekend too. That’s okay I guess, except I’ll miss Grace’s project. I still need a place to live for the summer, which is starting to be a drag. Someone please just drop a cheap 2BR apartment in my lap. Okay, not literally.

I always forget that my favorite thing about the end of the semester is all the free food. The place where I volunteer is feeding me twice this week. Every time I say this in front of Aurora she makes fun of me for having said that the food at the orchestra retreat was “the best meal I’ve had all week.” She’ll understand someday when she lives off campus. Right? It can’t just be me.

Baseball season has started. Have I mentioned that? I dunno if I should pay attention. They probably don’t broadcast the World Series in France. Man they’re dumb.

Sweeney’s has opened my mind to a new experience: pretzyls with blue cheese dressing. OMG. It’s so good. I could eat it forever.

I’ve also been compulsively listening to the first movement of the Elgar Cello Concerto, which always makes me think of Jacqueline DuPr?© dying of MS, and makes me want to cry.

Man. This is why I stay here for the summer.

I ran into Rebecca on the way home tonight and asked her where she had been in this part of town (north of Portland) and she said she had been in Mpls with a dramaturg for the Guthrie. But it’s okay that I’m not that cool, because Grace says dramaturgs aren’t actually necessarily very interesting people, and can be kind of snooty. (Well, I guess we could say the same things about me based on those few sentences.)

I wrote a paper outline tonight except for the paragraph where I involve my sources and strongly assert my argument. Those parts aren’t that important anyway. I’m just glad I got this much down. Now I can stop panicking.

Allergies are still on the attack, but have significantly lessened since their hellish ambush on Thursday.

I’m playing in another Tuesday recital tomorrow. More Kreisler. Soon these people might figure me out and make me stop. That’s okay because next time I’m moving on to something else (still composed by someone whose name begins with K. I get stuck in these ruts. The last two years it was Bs–Barber, Bruch, Bach–and now all of the sudden it’s K’s. Something inside me must be crying out for change. Or maybe I’m reading too much into this. That couldn’t be it though.).

Well, I’m fagged. G’night.

I don’t what to say about last night, so, just trust me that we did stuff. I took a long time trying to use an ATM in a bar and felt kind of stupid at how long it took me. We had some shots that we weren’t convinced were alcoholic, so then we had some other things. There were a lot of lesbians. I got really excited when they played SUBG, which, if not for the “other things” I’d just had, would have been very embarrassing. Right now I’m trying to figure out what I can get done today since the library is closed and I don’t have the sources my professor recommended for my draft due Thursday…. And also I don’t have my Latin book, but I found a Wheelock vocab list online. It’s a good thing that book is so ridiculously famous.

I spent the day in the campus center writing a paper that is long enough for the five-page draft due Tuesday but too short for the final product, and I’ve said all I have to say. Ruh roh. I don’t work tomorrow, so I get to work on another paper draft. Yippee! I had a lot to say when I was alone in a conference room in the campus center, but I told myself I should finish my paper first, and now I’ve forgotten all of it. Grace is watching Queen Margot, which I’ve seen, but I think I’ll go watch it again anyway, bloody as it is.

Allergies have begun their annual attack. Every April in Minnesota my body decides to be self-defeating. It’s way fun. Also, my summer living plans fell through, so now I need a place to live. But hurrah for three day weekends.