Perfect mornings. Shinning, warm sun, slight breeze, chirping birds. Lovely.
Louis Armstrong. I've basically listened to nothing but Louis Armstrong since Friday night. Occasionally I've deviated to Frank Sinatra, Michael Buble, or Miles Davis, but I always come back to Louis. Why have I never seriously given jazz a chance before? I'm in love.
Surprise visits. My dad is a truck driver, and yesterday he was driving through Indiana to make a delivery in Indy, and blew a tire 20 minutes away from school. It was taking forever to get the tire fixed, so he took a taxi to come see me! We got dinner, then sat in my room listening to music and talking for a few hours until he had to go back. It was nice to see him, though!
Friends. Sometimes I cloister myself off in my room and don't talk to people. Other times I remember that I have friends and I enjoy my life. This week has been one of the later.
Sleeping. My roommate has slept for around 5 hours total in the last 4 days. I don't understand how she's still live. I am very appreciative of my 7.5 hours of sleep a night.
Nail polish that hasn't chipped yet.
Having time to read for fun. I'm working on House of Leaves. HOLY. Um, what. The friend who lent it to me said that it might destroy me. He may be right, but I'm loving it.