Sometimes I feel like an island. Or like I'm missing some necessary strings that connect me to other humans, and instead my strings are floating in clouds and not doing a very successful job of tethering me to day to day life.

Or maybe it's just the semester is winding down and I'm dreading finals.

French final aujourd'hui at 1:30. FINAL french final, might I add. The end of an arduous french minor.

Last Wednesday I won Best Original Screenplay, that's what the picture is.

Thanksgiving

I stayed in Pennsylvania over Thanksgiving weekend with my incredibly gracious Aunt and Uncle. The house is so old that I had forgotten what they sound like. It was like a living, breathing creature, who moaned and wheezed as the wind blew and it made settling noises. The radiator even clicked as it was doing it's damnedest to warm the house, chugging it's little metal heart along.  It was my first Thanksgiving away from home- but I couldn't have chosen a better place to spend it. 

I followed a grey cat around the yard to see what kind of mischief he was getting into. I also saw a hawk tearing apart his dinner squirrel, but that wasn't as fun.