you spin my head right round, right nound...

Like vines we intertwined
Carelessly growing up and growing old
Life was on our tongues
It tasted heavenly, so good

I went to a Hush Sound show once on August 1st? 2nd? The day after I got home from England this summer. I'd gotten zero sleep for like 3 days and pretty much passed out on top of Marisol (whom I was going with). It was a great show though...I miss going to shows. Mrow, maybe I'll start again soon.
Anyway.
Today's beautiful. There's still some residual snow, which makes the roads all nasty and dirty and slippery, but other than that...the sun's out!
I was talking to my mother and Preston about eras. Like when I think of the era we're in now I think of cold grey metal and silk ties, but when I think of the sixties I think of sunshine and dry grass. I guess that's a pretty cliche thing to think, but I do.
I've been listening to Nelly Furtado like a fiend lately. Her least-publicized second album, Folklore, I mean. I got it for Christmas in 2003(?), my brother gave it to me, and I listened to it nonstop for the entire time that we lived in France that winter. Now I'm always reminded of the foggy windows of our old Subaru stationwagon and autostradas going to Switzerland.

It's by far my favorite album out of the three. Four? Three. However many she has.
I'm in Religion class right now and I should be working on some homework of sorts, but I heard this song and I had to document my nostalgia.
Where we lived:
Albertville, France.
Near Grignon.

Amazing, covered in snow.
We stayed in the basement apartment of a family of three. I spoke French to them and the daughter spoke English to me.
There were lots of cows and roosters, but not in a grimy unhappy sort of way that some people think of when they see farms. They just had a couple chickens for eggs in the morning and cows for milk.
:) Amazing.

I'm hungry, need to call my mother re: dance company later.
I love you.