Europe

It has been my long-time fantasy to be able to backpack across the continent of Europe ever since I was twelve years old. That was the time I read the book 13 Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson, and the extravagant idea of travelling to a far-away land, with the possibility of finding unexpected love and lots of food (this is what truly convinced me) is still planted in my mind today. I wouldn't even mind going alone for some self-therapy. I feel like everyone in the world should try that someday, but I feel like the lack of time stops me.

Ah, Le Tour D'Eiffel. C'est très joli, non?

I had a major musical revival today and last night. I feel like I must have downloaded over 50 albums. I love indie music, and the White Stripes were a major point in all of the hysteria. One of my friends in French class told me about an artist he heard when he was visiting Paris and Marseilles over the summer. He said the radio was always busting with his eclectic Français electro-pop beats. Stromae's just an interesting guy overall, truly talented.

And adorable.

Aaanyway, don't you just love to cuddle up in a corner with a good book and some of Debussy's Clair de Lune playing, enjoying a hot cup of tea? How I wish I was an old retired lady, with 103 cats and a pair of blue rhinestone reading glasses and tiny feet. But, alas. I'm just me, a teenager with blurred perception and excessive hormones.

I can't stop thinking about food today! It's all just so delicious, I mean who doesn't love food? YUM. From Japanese ramen, sugar cookies, chocolate bunnies, cupcakes, watermelon, blueberry muffins, hamburgers, broccoli with chicken, gumbo, chicken curry, strawberry shortcake...I can't go on because I think I might die of hunger.

Isn't it funny that when one says "myocardial infarction" he sounds eighty times more intelligent than just saying a heart attack? Oh medical melodramas, you make my life complete.

Hopefully the last week before Winter break will go smoothly.