We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

after less than 48 hours back at school I am back home for a week. The whole city is out of water and dorm rooms without water is just bad. very bad. so as a result christmas break is extended by a week. This is nice in the sense that I get more time to do my homework and sleep in, but everyone else is back at school leaving me quite alone. I haven't even had all my classes yet. I'm hoping they'll be good this year. French is, as always, ridiculously hard for me. très difficile, je n'aime pas le français. Math is kind of a joke so far and I think my IDS Contemporary World class is going to be great. It's about the 80s and during the first class we discussed Reagan, John Dolorian, Michael Jackson and Crack, yeah I think I'll like this class. 

My godmother was an amazing women, she was German, she interpreted peoples dreams for a living, she didn't drive and had opinions on everything. She died this past year after a long battle with breast cancer. I miss her a lot. Recently her husband sent us a bunch of photos she had had of us that we sent over the years. It is really fun to look through all of them. I was a tremendously awkward looking child. My mother thought it was good to let your children be creative and dress themselves and as a result there are countless photos of me wearing hot pink polka-dotted skirts layered over forest green sweatpants with elastic at the bottom and mismatched socks. This was also back before I had ever heard of Frizz-ease or Chi straighteners. But strangely I was way happier with my appearance back then in a way I never am now. It's weird to think there was a time before Andrew and Finn, there were 7 whole years before Finn, it's weird that we're all so old now. But really still exactly the same.