"...Welton Academy. Hello. Yes, he is. Just a moment.

Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton."

- Charlie, Dead Poets' Society

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Lazy Tuesday almost-afternoon.

Smoky jazz rising like tendrils, deep chocolate voices, the velvet poets. A kiss.

Bedroom eyes are the price you pay for being strong.

I wrote a song yesterday, and it was nice- a fragile, simple little thing. The words came so easily, and the chords must have chosen my fingers.

I like it when things come to me that way. I've said it before- when it happens, it's not like I'm writing- it's like Something's writing through me; and that feeling makes me happy.

This week hasn't been much of a holiday week at all, to be perfectly honest. All the History Kidz are plowing through their veritable Encyclopaedia Britannica of History Notes, and even so nothing seems to get in(!). **panic. Don't even know if I have time on Thursday for dinner with Steve...I'm sorry. ): I wish I did, you have a cute accent.

Still, once Thursday is over (discounting the mounds of Econs and Math I will have to make up on ), Friday brings Midsummer, and an encore of today's lie-in which- btw- was luscious.

It annoys me, who you're becoming, or who you're trying to be.

With the last one, there were signs left along the way. Which hurt, sure, but there were little reminders of "I am still with you". He was in the air and in the walls and it felt like he had become some guiding spirit, like the boy had become cosmos and the essence of him: guardian

-- not so with you.

I don't know who you are now, and I'm not sure I want to.

Won't you give me a sign that there's still some part of the old you?

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So, my day thus far.

Finished Lecture 5 at long last. Let's see how much actually went in.

Took the stroll down to Guthrie to get a box of truffles for Thursday's guest speaker, returned Gladiator, and borrowed Dead Poets' Society- which I watched half of while I was in the treadmill.

Such an amazing film. I never get tired of it.

And it doesn't even have any epic battle charges/eye candy (Ethan Hawke wasn't great-looking when he was younger)/ritzy music.

It's such a DWL film, too, and I'd invite everyone over for a study session + movie night sometime this week...only I know that with our schedules, nobody'd show up. It happens all the time- it's become something of a running joke between all of us.

So I guess I'll just do Lecture 1, and then curl up on the sofa with a hot mocha and finish watching it tonight.

I love days that go by like orinoco.