i don't like talking about myself, because in all honesty i am not that interesting. i'm pretty ordinary in most ways, i'd say. if i made an entire blog in which i spoke exclusively about stuff i did over the weekend, well, i'd probably slap myself eventually and tell me to shut up. i'd rather talk about new york, or cuss words, or what happened at the bus stop. or what clyde said and made me laugh. we wouldn't want to be a brat or a vain fashion blogger now would we?
right, so besides all that nonsense, i would like to say that a little compassion goes a long way. i made a friend yesterday. i seem to get myself in these situations where i pick up frightened little birds from the middle of the university avenue and carry them to class wrapped in a jersey. i tried not to draw too much attention to the poor creature but when it twitched and tried to free itself it was hard not to notice. i took her to the bird sanctuary and she (frances) ended up okay. just a little worse for wear.