How are you doing this week? I’m quite tired. But I always am. I went to a special little place next to Cambridge to do some dry cleaning for the vintage coat I want to wear to Phantom of the Opera in June (cat got into closet. Scratched up special anti-moth plastic bag. Peed on bag and thus on clothes. Agh.) which was a long expensive annoying process. But I stopped in Actual Cambridge on the way back which is a very nice city. Many of the college buildings look medieval with battlements and turrets. It’s full of tourists, though. Mom has a website for kids doing college abroad and I took some pictures for her. Let’s see if this works on the website.
I don’t know how to add captions here. Anyway, the first picture is next to Trinity College Cambridge (the nicest college, I think, a very relaxing naturey space with benches), and the second is King’s College Cambridge, which looks more like a church. If ever there was a place to become extremely pretentious, this would be it. I love to watch young people in formalwear rush to and from fancy buildings. Go, little guy, go!… I mostly wanted to come here for the little polar museum, since they have stuff from my pet arctic disaster, the lost Franklin Expedition. I’m sure this is the only place in the world where I could get a postcard with HMS Erebus and HMS Terror on it. I was overjoyed and being really annoying by hogging the display cases. At the end of it all, though, Cambridge is a long train ride away, and I got home at 8 PM (having left at 9:30), and now I am tired. I have to go back again to get my laundry though. I shall journey through desert and snow, hell and high water. Soy latte be my strength.
Besides that, I’ve been hanging out with friends, and I went to a poetry reading last night. My judgmental soul was expecting terrible things, but those English majors could really do just fine. Also there were more boys there than I’d expect for poetry club, which I (stereotyping-ly) guess would be Feelings Central (I was right). Good on men for figuring out healthy self expression, lol. Anyway, if I wrote poetry, I’d wanna do some Shel Silverstein type-stuff. Also, there’s a fat pigeon I keep seeing outside my apartment. I love her. I call her Ginette.
Anyway, that is all for now. I can’t wait till Mom gets here. I can be the one to make dinner when someone else is jet lagged for once. I’ll probably tell you about Cambridge again next week. But just the suburb part. The suburb part looks exactly like the Midwest with its flat terrain, domesticated greenery, and infinite blue sky. It’s very Ohio.
With love,
Alice