Comment allez-vous?

Yesterday on the train I happened to sit next to a girl who was what appeared to me to be reviewing a paragraph in French, most likely for a class. I really wish I had been a better student in high school years, but I was far too awkward to be dedicated to anything. It's like Erikson's psychosocial stages of development. I think it's called Identity vs Role Confusion. Everything I think of lately always seems to come back to my Child Psych class.

"I'm an unstable psychotic individual with perverted tendencies."

400 Blows.

Who cuts your hair?

I am getting a free haircut tomorrow. Why? Because it is free, and one cannot deny something that is free of cost. I'm thinking something along the lines of the "Katie Holmes look"

Everyone

I am home, everyone.

Do you smell that? That's the smell of Spring in the air

I can't wait to go home and cut my hair off. Today I had class outside, it was kind of windy and cold, but people were complaining about how hot it was in the classroom. It wasn't that bad, considering windows were open. People just like to have something to complain about.

I discovered this song today, I think it's pretty nice and romantic, in it's own way