| Current mood: | warm |
| Current music: | Curtis Mayfield - "Move on Up" |
| Entry tags: | college |
we don't need no stinking spring!
77 degrees! Fahrenheit! I've got every window open, plus the door, and it's great, but things are blowing all over the place.
I know I write a variation on this every time the seasons change, but it's funny how certain weather reminds me of certain places, sometimes all at once. Everything's been smelling and sounding like Woodhaven but feeling like L.A., and sitting in a warm classroom with the windows open and a water bottle on my notebook to keep the pages from flipping makes me think of high school, freshman year.
Great, there goes my MetroCard (Metro Card? Metrocard?) receipt. As winner of the 2005 Academy of American Poets University Prize, I should own more paper weights. I bet Sylvia Plath had a ton of paper weights. (Although she probably would have stuck them in her pockets and walked into Passion Puddle, so maybe there are merits to this existence.)
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