Surrealisme

So as I procrastinate 12 hours before my paper is due, I realized something about myself: I’m one lucky girl. I know people back home who have babies or who are worried about how they are going to pay their bills. Meanwhile I’m sitting at my desk half way across the world writing about surrealism. Who has the easier life? I need to "suck it up" and get to work.

I realized something else: I have become a "city-slicker." Let me explain: according to the world I grew up in, I've become that person who couldn’t tell the difference between a bull and a cow with horns. Not know what I’m talking about? Well, that might indicate that you and I probably have the same higher educational background. It might also indicate that you probably do not perform manual labor nor have you ever been to a late model race. Well, if anyone would be interested in seeing a late model race, I’d be more than happy to take you – just don’t wear nice clothes.

I rushed home after prayer tonight in order to finish my paper. I didn't stay after and talk. I did go a little early though to sit through the rosary. I had never been to the rosary before(I don't know the official name for it). It was like a chant - the same line repeated over and over again.

But now it's time to finish my discussion on chez Apollinaire vs. chez Breton. It promises to be 10 pages of brilliant thought but the worst french grammar you've ever seen!