I was ruddely woken up this morning by the whole anglo mexican foundation, or so it seemed like. to be honest, I'm exaggerating; it was only tessa, my instructor, followed by a series of rings and text messages from my homies in the course. it seems the class we had scheduled for this evening was postponed. YES.
lately, this course hasn't been a total pain in the ass, except for waking me up at unholy times. 8 is very early for someone who doesn't have to rise to collect the eggs every morning.
alain, my own personal chéri, sent me the sweetest message: "in case you don't know, class today has been cancelled. and also in case you don't know, I love you with all my heart." awwwwwwwww. he'd be perfect for a lover, except that he's 19 and he still stutters when he sees me in a skirt. also, he still finds jokes about farts too damned funny. so we keep it platonic.

the rest of my choices are blocked out, at least for now.
lame.

top 3 of blah friday night

1. cry little sister (thou shalt not dieeeee) -- sisters of mercy
2. here comes your man -- the pixies (where)
3. dancin' in the streets-- mick jagger & david bowie