Happy Friday! How are you doing? I’m quite busy with college applications and whatnot, which is more than a little stressful. How is school? Have you ever noticed that ‘how is school?’ is the only question adult acquaintances like to ask?
I can’t say much of importance has happened in the past two days. I might be working at the grocery store, which is a little stressful. Have you worked anywhere? I know these questions must get repetitive for you if you’re here. Let’s think of something more fun: what’s the coolest name you’ve ever seen on a grave? What’s your favorite soap flavor? What’s your least favorite aphorism? My own answers: Silvius Underwood, Strawberry Snowflakes (from Bath and Body Works), ‘you can’t love anybody until you love yourself’ (for what would I be doing here if it were true?).
Well, I suppose there is little else to say this week. Someday soon I will try to pester Mom to drive us to Eugene once more before I’m off to college (I don’t have a drivers license, or my own car), because I strongly dislike that I can say I was in Greece more recently than I was in Eugene. It feels like something God wouldn’t allow. I’ll leave you with a picture of Paris that looks just a little bit like a surrealist painting.
With love,
Alice