My French class was canceled this morning!  But that meant that I accomplished everything I had planned for my free 10:00 hour in under ten minutes, and I am now back in my room with an entire hour and a half extra to my name! Life is beautiful, what can I say?
Of course, I don't want to waste all that time, so I need to type superfastsothatIcangetonwithmyVictorianLitreadingasap . . . .
But I did want to mention our "mocktail" party on Saturday . . . it was, in fact, the posh-est even of the entire semester. The lovely ladies of A3E dressed to the nines (whatever that means), then tottered in high heels across campus down to my old apartment, where Crystal hosted a marvelous party, complete with colored lights, jazz music and virgin cocktails! Such a ta-do, I tell you! As soon as I get pictures, I'll (try to) post them!
Sad story, though . . . and I promise that they were only mocktails!
AE (staggering back from the party on the highest heels she has ever been brave enough to venture out in): "Oh, hi, there, how are . . . oops."
Esther and Bethany: "What's wrong?"
AE: "I thought that parking sign was a person and tried to make eye-contact and speak to it!"
They burst into giggles, and I tripped on the heels and nearly wiped out on the road, but they caught me and brought me safely back to my dorm room, whence I collapsed and slept off the lingering effects of the nonalcoholic strawberry-whatchamacallit.
Fun conversation of yesterday:
Paul: "So, what are you working on today?"
AE: "Oh, I've been sketching a Peloponnisian warrior breaking through a mirror into our time to strangle his modern counterpart."
Paul: "Sweet."
Would I jest about a thing like that?
Actually, I really am working on that project, and what's more, I think it's going to turn out tolerably well. Thumbnail sketches are always weird and rough and I don't like them, but the concept is good, and I hope Mr. Holladay agrees with me! Then I'll need to find some fellows to pose as strangler and stranglee . . . .
Anyway, that's about my life at present . . . aside from the bazillionmilliontrillion projects that seem to always loom over my head like a great vulture of darkest doom, waiting to devour and suchlike . . . .
Keep up the good fight, my dears! | 
