foolish games

(on our way to Chartres, France)

"always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair, fashionably sensitive and too cool to care. you stood in my doorway with nothin' to say besides some comment on the weather. well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed you see, this is my HEART THIS ME DOWN ON MY KNEES..."

It's been kind of a Jewel-ed 2 weeks. The other day me Deren and Brian were discussing her songs, and I remember banging this out on the piano and singing soulfully at the age of 11. It's a funny idea. And then later we were in Diana's bed trying to figure out the lyrics to Hands.

Dream:
I'm in Paris again, or a part of France. My mother is visiting or is with me. All of my friends are here. My best friend comes with me to go to the bakery, and there are many of them (all asian, actually) there is a cute bread in the shape of an octopus and another in the shape of doraemon. Then we are told we can only buy the cold ones, not the hot ones like the doraemon one. Then [when I was a kid I had this fake plastic set of kitchen and diningware that was precious to me because I loved playing restaurant and kitchen] and then my best friend asked if she could borrow some of it for her kitchen and I got mad, "secretly", and said yes. Later I'm with my mom and she asks why I'm so angry about her borrowing it and I say I don't know and then maybe it's because I don't know how to share. When she comes in to get it, I push all of it on the floor and say "whatever". Then we bike down a cobblestone hill and I can't stop because one of my brakes doesn't work.

I felt like a big baby when I woke up.