In the end, Giacomo Casanova was a librarian.
*wink*
This lady:
http://www.xanga.com/queenie
makes me grin with every entry she posts. Gets in a surprising
amount of questionable innuendo for a blog so incredibly
adorable!
Hooray for me, I got into the program I want for the fall at Langara. So sayeth the website, anyways, and I’m sure there will be paper confirmation shortly.
Tonight I found myself a passenger on the freeway at night
And remembered what it felt like when I was little,
When the patterns of lights slid by in their dance
And I felt like I was floating at a great pace
On a raft down a mighty river
Utterly at peace.
Nowadays I know what driving on the freeway at night is like
So it’s not as comfortable as when I was little.
Now I know what it feels like to be in an accident
Coming off of the freeway at night
That moment when your heart stops
Just after you realize you’ve got to slam on the breaks
Cause that car’s not going to make it.
At least I hit the bumper, not the side.
I still remember quaking, reeling, sobbing in the driver’s seat
Parked on the side of the road with nothing in my eyes but fragments of colour
With the world transformed into a terrifying, inescapable mass of strobelights
Assault on the senses from every direction
Discovering I’m still alive.