What A Dizzy Dance

Something about boys putting their keys into girls' locks.

I distinctly remember not wearing a bra.

This is what we remember from the first time we met, in a stuffy computer lab in the Science Building, nearly three years ago. Thanks to fate or kismet or whatever you believe in, Tudor and I miraculously met up yesterday evening so that I could get a copy of his new book. It's pretty and I'm glad I own a bit of him now.

I watched his nose twitch and his lips spread as he goofily wrote a note to me on the inside cover. So many things about him are delightfully Transylvanian - I especially enjoy his nose and his accent. (Did you know that Transylvania means through/beyond the forest in Latin?) Tudor is a number of years older than I am, but in many ways, he seems much younger even though he looked distinctly paternal last night in his work clothes. He takes pretty pictures with a big black camera that is monstrously beautiful. His intelligence both inspires and terrifies me. It's all very wonderfully intimidating.

In other news, I have yet to tell you about my Fringe play, the Vagina Monologues and my restored obsession with concerts and all things music. It's been a busy month - I'm still trying to catch my breath.

Currently listening to: Jimmy Eat World. Over and over again.

Now that most of my extra-curricular things are wrapping up, I have time to be a student again. I'm back to spending my nights in the labs on campus, reading reading reading for research papers and catching up on months' worth of work. Good times! I've got lots going on right now: schoolwork, jobs x3, finding new house-mates, planning for the summer, planning for the next school year, dinners and lunches and trips to Quebec City, and I don't want to spill all my beans just yet, in case I jinx anything. I'm enjoying the good weather, flat shoes, cancelled classes, cooking, three new pairs of dangly earrings and I just know that there's more good things to come!

Bring it on, Life.
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