twelve

i wore my hippie hat today, so now my head itches violently.

i just got out of art class about 9 hours early. we didn't have class last week, and this week my art professor comes in and tells us it's because his mother died. he was so broken up, it was so sad. and then he is also sick because of all the stress of the burial, so we didn't have much of a class today, and we aren't having class next week. he's giving us full credit for the final and for the two quizzes we didn't have. it's all very bittersweet. i'd like to feel some joy out of no classes, but every time i do i feel immense guilt, like i'm thanking God that his mother died.

i've been thinking about england lately.
my heart is still in ireland, mind you.
but with all of this literature that i've been reading and the lives i am learning about, england is sounding fairly fascinating as well.
i just think england should be moved up a little higher on my list of places to visit.
plus, i love the young boys choirs. it gives me such chills. more than any other choir, almost, i think.
so... that's another reason.
they are really just stacking up, the reasons are.
here's another:
i speak English.
so... no language barrier there.

"Have you seen my love" by Rosie Thomas is really quitequite lovely.

anyhow, i have crackers and cheese to eat, matters to attend to.
i wonder what motivates you?

-christina