I heard it in your voice when your love died.

listening: kina grannis, stay just a little

I am making up French words left, right and centre. Seriously. Lutte just turned into lutzle. That's not French. That's not anything, except possibly German. I wonder if lutzle is a German word, and if so, what it means. 

So my phile midterm mark got raised to a B- today. which, frankly = sweet deal. 

I really, really, really need to work on history, but it freaks me out that I haven't blogged in so many days.

ykylm,

rae