today is sunday. i slept more than twelve hours; i've gotten really good at that. but my dreams keep getting weirder and weirder. sea monsters attacking me in restaurants, romantic text messages, saggy tits, old ladies gnawing on my limbs, sex i've already had, leeches, and people laying on my floor touching me.
yesterday i ate mcdonalds and went shopping. bought some incredibly dainty flats and an adorable floral jumper- i thought it was a dress when i bought it. the shorts kind of throw me off so i might change it into something else. i cant wait for springtime and being "tan" and not having to wear jackets/tights. i need to find a thrift store here and a place where i can eat moules frites.
today, i ended up at the musee des beaux arts. too many people and too many weird looks- my outfit is kind of strange today. so i rushed through the rodin exhibit and got out of there. almost bought some postcards, then remembered i can't send them to whom i wanted. walked around some more, got accosted by homeless men for cigarettes. bought a coke and discovered that there are a few places open today: a tabac, a few cafes (only for dinner), and a sex shop! thanks, angers.
its a really ugly day, and i like it, but i hope the sun comes out tomorrow. that makes it easier to get out of bed. the light over my sink is broken, but i'm scared to ask the nuns to fix it because i think they think i'm a slut for letting thibault walk me to my room.
tonight, i'll probably try to trick hulu into thinking i'm in america, drink some wine, make some dinner, and maybe buy a movie on itunes. fascinating lolz. i need a hair cut. suggestions? i'd like something new, but long hair is like a comfort blanket.
listening to joanna newsom, broken social scene, neutral milk hotel, the morning benders and yo la tengo alot recently.
somebody needs to send me some mail. i'm dying for my next five sandman books....
i might reread the ones i just finished. four and five were fantastic, and sartre is a little too real for me right now. knowwhati'msayin?
xoxo
sara
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