oh, the weather...

I've just returned to my dorm from my first French class. I'm more than excited about it simply because I'm determined to speak the language fluently before I graduate. I left feeling Parisian; the cold weather, my huge scarf, and my cigarette (all of which is complete normalcy) only enhanced the feeling.

I plan to sit at my laptop listening to Yann Tiersen (feeling the cold breeze from my open window all the while) until my last class at 11:00. Afterwards, I'm heading home to see my favorites. I have a feeling that today is going to be great -- an ideal precursor to a splendid weekend.

Thank you, MLK Jr, for "having a dream" because it's going to give my weekend one extra day. Okay, that sounded terrible, but my intention was to be sincere. I promise.

Have a great weekend, everyone! :]