one year.

One year. That short phrase seems to exist in warped time. My perception of my year reality with AVH is shortened, condensed, nothing quite like what I would have imagined.

So here I am, the skin is still peeling off the tips of my fingers from that strange LA air all of which has been added to my peeling shoulders from an accumulation of afternoon lessons with Rowan in scorching heat. Heat that leaves my pant legs and socks completely wet from the knee down thanks to those tall leather boots. Today was added bonus, the entire backside of my pants were drenched from sweat from an hour long conversation I had with Ella trying to tell her to go more forward.

But back to my Friday evening. It's seriously pathetic. I've had numerous condolences, "ohh I don't keep in touch with many people from college, it's just too tough." But the difference is that I didn't graduate 10 years ago, I graduated a month ago. I realize I didn't really have any U friends despite a select few. (why does my hot french prof from fall '06 keep poking me on facebook?)

One year. Of course, to be expected, AVH is on the boat and I'm here with a bunch of flowers overflowing onto my desk, filling my room with the smell of an exotic paradise. My way of celebrating the occasion was emailing him Sonnet #116. Isn't that a typical English major thing to do?

In light of the day I ordered sushi and ate it while engrossed in the film "What the Bleep Do We Know?" half expecting it wasn't going to hold my attention for more than 30 minutes (I'm terrible at watching movies) and then after about an hour in I had to stop and ask myself if I really was stoned or simply if the film went wacko on me. In the end I realized the film simply went wacko with little red blobs as the wedding singers? Hmm... I'm still thrown in a loop for that one.

So I'm here with my red wine and a stack of thank you cards still to write, I just have to find the dark chocolate...