Like you.

It's beautiful here, in many ways. November and warm. The ivy on Dillon Hall is red and gold and orange. You barely need a jacket. They are opening a new Irish pub in Windsor to replace my favourite one that is closing and my student loan came just in time to register for classes. I booked rooms for my trip to Toronto but sadly cancelled a highly anticipated trip to Jamaica for very practical reasons. On the positive side I now have a credit with the airline that I have to use in a year. So options are open. I keep playing with the idea of a one way ticket. School is going good with the exception of one killer first year class that happily raped me like no other exam. I have never flat out failed and I felt completely violated. I studied that shit too. If I drop it completely I could pick up another shift at work. You don't know how tempting that is. The one thing I wish I could change right now is that I wish I could adopt more drive and pick up more classes, volunteer more at school, and stay organized. It doesn't help when all your friends are overachievers who make me look like the biggest slacker ever. Having two jobs and going to school is nothing compared to my friends who T.A., sit on commitees, have relationships, do research, hold multiple jobs and still manage to get all As. Yes, most of them do all that. And, while I plan on taking my time with school and add an extra semester next year, they all overload and plan to graduate this year. They will do great things and I am lucky to have so many motivators.

Today I heard this song from the original version of Dr. Dolittle on a Christmas commercial. I used to watch it non-stop when I was five. That's how I learned to sing, from watching old musicals like The Wizard of Oz and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Old movies were my favourite. Anyways, I found the lyrics, they are sweet without being overly gushy. They remind me of being five and thinking everything was magic and the world was my fairy tale. I really thought I was special, I used to tell people that I knew how to fly and that I was secretly a princess. Not because I was a pathological liar, but because I had convinced myself that my dreams were memories.

THE WORLD IS FULL OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS
BUTTERFLY WINGS, FAIRY TALE KINGS
AND EACH NEW DAY UNDOUBTEDLY BRINGS
STILL MORE BEAUTIFUL THINGS
THE WORLD ABOUNDS WITH MANY DELIGHTS
MAGICAL SIGHTS, FANCIFUL FLIGHTS
AND THOSE WHO DREAM ON BEAUTIFUL NIGHTS
DREAM OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS
BEAUTIFUL DAYS FOR SUNSHINE LAZIN'
BEAUTIFUL SKIES AND SHORES
BEAUTIFUL DAYS WHEN I CAN GAZE IN BEAUTIFUL EYES - LIKE YOURS
OUR LIVES TICK BY LIKE PENDULUM SWINGS
POOR LITTLE THINGS, PUPPETS ON STRINGS
LIFE IS FULL OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE TOO
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE LIKE YOU.

Like you.

Much very tired late night love