But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...

Does anyone read this journal? Please comment if you do. Otherwise, is there really a purpose to writing it?

My job has really been sucking lately. However, my personal love life has not. I'm a woman who has known several men on an intimate level, and I find myself again, falling in love with one of them. I have been living with Brian for almost four weeks now, and we have gotten along very well, despite his messiness and whining and being the eight-year girl I really am inside this body. And now, he's leaving on Friday to move back to Massachusetts. I will soon follow sometime in August. So during the month of July, I plan to work incessantly at the bank (four Saturdays in a row as well), exercise a lot at LAC, watch a lot of weird arthouse cinema, which I plan on renting from Wild and Woolly Video (Fuck Blockbuster), reading books about France and other places I want to travel to, and hanging with my family and the few friends I have in Louisville who are not perfunctory idiots(sorry, I know deep down, everyone has their virtues).

Today I am in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, which puts little Oxford, Mississippi to shame in some ways, although you will never hear me saying "Roll Tide Roll." This is due in part to my loyalty to the Rebels and to Phil, who loves Auburn. War Eagle!! In some ways, I am deeply happy that I went to school at Ole Miss, and in other ways, I find myself ashamed because I dated two ignoramuses while there, I didn't study abroad, etc. Anyway, this town is nice, but Oxford is probably better and has more character, definitely.

Currently, I am reading "Le Divorce" about an American girl's life in France. I really like it, but will have to comment further on it later, as Brian's friend Chris needs to use to computer. Au revoir bebe...