my monster is chic

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.