September Summer

I have a love/hate relationship with these rays that have come far, far too late in the year. On one hand I would like to thank thee for allowing me to mingle in dresses bought at the beginning of supposed summer that had yet to be free for the sun to see. On the other hand, I am cursing every step taken in sandals, wishing for nothing more than covered toes, and for that matter, covered everything else. As my legs long for tights, my heart longs for the weather that is hibernation in my home. Turned coop, these 700 square feet will be my dwelling place with nothing more than companionship, textbooks, the www, and sweat pants to keep my eyes opening and closing each and every day.

I wouldn't say that school is easy this year. No, I'd dare to say difficult. With a schedule such as mine, one would expect a breezy semester from my end of things, but 8:30 comes early and when you're 5 classes deep and it's 3:45 breezes are few. Red faced and hungry, my legs couldn't carry me home faster if they were dared. Double dogged even, it seems like an eternity. When home comes home, it's feet up and fed that make the clock tick tocking and the daily dozens delivering. Sheesh, life is wonderful. It is a smallish time frame that the student subsists and when that time is up, the real world becomes more real than it already is. Far from Scum, Big Boss is me and I'm taking the night off. Homework heavy but happy, this chosen burden will willingly be worn for as long as it fits - no time-frame needed.

With my husband fast asleep, I can blame him freely for the caffeine injection far too late in the evening that was tonight which is obviously why this ramble keeps on rambling, and why the bed is only half occupied on this wee early Sunday morning. Tomorrow will be a day that is for sure, and if these eyes don't close tonight I'm wondering when they will close tomorrow. Surely not during math test studying or game numero uno taking place in none other than memory lane. It shall be remembered once more. Oh please close dear eyes.

Thank you.
xoxo Sleepy V.

L'ecole me detruit

First assignment of writing class. If only I could express my write in french as I do in english. Husband says that at the end of the term I will look at it and be happy at far I've come since this deficient kick-off to the class. I sure hope so.

Je suis une jeune femme assez petite. J’ai des longs cheveux brun marron qui tombent sur mon dos dans les boucles dénouées. J’ai des lunettes qui s’abritent mes yeux bleu pur et clair. Mon nez est facilement discret, mais celui qui se trouve dessous n’est pas. Couvertes par le rouge, mes lèvres sont plein et les coins se trouvent la plupart du temps courbé vers le ciel - je crois que je suis à l’apogée de mes sourires. Mes doigts sont minces et longs, les ongles portent souvent le vernis rouge, violet ou rose. L’annulaire fait étalage de deux belles bague qui signifie que je suis une épouse. Je suis aussi une femme délicate en physique, mais plutôt dans mon cœur et j’ai beaucoup d’amour à partager.

7 words over the limit but who's counting?

Here's to a C. They DO get degrees.

xoxo
Incompetent V.