tonight the trains were less creepy and more friendly.
the people on them, I mean.

my little mechanical engineer friend who I sit next to in film class (she might be Korean? she's awful cute for someone who makes rocket boosters for ATK) brought popcorn and I brought some candy and we watched Central Station (a pretty darn good Brazilian film).

We discussed Pablo Naruda's poetry in spanish class, in spanish. It is much harder to dissect a poem, written in another language, while speaking in another language.

it was a good long hard day. and I'm getting used to this life. Even liking it.


"I long for my father. I long for everything."
-Dora, Central Station