The edge of reality sweetly sharpened by the whetting jazz. Campy browns off greenish, lent vividness and brought alive, in life, by the understated back and forth between horn and paino. Gentle sights and smells propelling soft informed comfortable conversation and this attempt at imprinting the scene.

I'm at the Parlor, naturally, and now riding the hangover of the ecstatic excitement I enjoyed the first little while back. After another nine AM Econ class I fully expected to be canceled, I'm trying to figure out how to paste back together the pieces of my life.

Yes it is that bad.

Ok, it's not, but I got a coffee and it's raspberry, and I don't like raspberry,  and I have things to do, that I have to do, and these things involve thinking about things I didn't want to think about and I'm so damned whiny I just need my head to shut up and do it! And it occurs to me that I am Miranda.

O woe the day.

I have just returned from my first trip to Europe with all the cliche condescensions of a young student returning from Europe. The last several days I have been evangelising about the land of social democracy and culture to my philistine peers. Why yes, the coffee is far superior.  Quite right, the denizens of those civilized lands are demure in speech and gentle in gesture. Undeniable, their public transport is convenient and timely. No, I didn't want to come back to the land of one million McDonalds, perish the thought they exist in the veritable heartland of fine gastronomy, but you have to return to reality eventually.

In my experience college students write about three things: that interesting thing that happened in high school, that interesting thing that happened in college, and that interesting thing that happened while abroad. I shouldn't blame them for not having any more experience of the world, even as I my self just traveled abroad and some interesting thing happened.

I feel rejuvenated; as if the world is, despite my deep cynicism, in fact an interesting and lively place that I want to try and be a part of. Maybe because I feel so much smaller or because I feel so energized I feel like all the goals I wanted to begin on before I can actually begin on and conquer. That's why I'm finally getting NWC off the ground.