Four down, one to go

So far, I haven't burst into tears while writing any of my finals. Alright!
Only one more and it'll be over! Studying today was no fun. I'm so close to the end now that I can taste it, and the motivation's starting to go. For all of my complaining, I'm so happy that my finals were all lumped together. I can't wait until I see my family! (Sorry Beata!)

I went out to our local pub, Dieu du Ciel, last night with some friends. It's so nice and relaxing (especially after, say, four exams in a row), and just a few streets away! They brew their own beer, and the menu changes several times a month. I mean--not that I drink or anything. That's right.












I've been listening to this song "Here I dreamt I was an Architect" by the Decemberists pretty much constatly for the past month. I find it so soothing. One of the things I love the most about the Decemberists is the vocabulary in their lyrics (my personal favorite: "my soiled teenage girlfriend").

and here i dreamt i was a soldier
and i marched the streets of Birkenau
and i recall in spring
the perfume that the air would bring
to the indolent town
where the barkers call the moon down
the carnival was ringing loudly now
and just to lay with you
there's nothing that i wouldn't do
save lay my rifle down

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and i am nothing of a builder
but here i dreamt i was an architect
and i built this balustrade
to keep you home, to keep you safe
from the outside world
but the angles and the corners
even though my work is unparalelled
they never seemed to meet
this structure fell about our feet
and we were free to go

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and here in spain i am a spaniard
i will be buried with my marionettes
countess and courtesan
will fall 'neath my tender hand
when their husbands were not around
but you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
or are you furrowed like a lioness
and we are vagabonds
we travel without seatbelts on
we live this close to death

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this
but i won, so you lose
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way