Days like this make me feel like such a bad student. Neither my alarm nor Ester's went off this morning, and she got me up fifteen minutes after class had started. We haven't missed this class before, so I don't feel too bad, but it's annoying. I'm about to go do some work for French that was due last Friday. Then I'm going to skip Victorian Poets for the second time, because I haven't read enough of Aurora Leigh to make it worthwhile, and anyway I have other reading/writing to do. I'm tempted to go to the movies with Ester, but if I skip it should really be to do work. I'll go for the rest of the semester when we're discussing more fun stuff like Modern Love, kids, and decadence. After that lazy-ass academicalday though I have a meeting-packed night, starting with African class, then the Brink, then SAC (which could get bloody), then a meeting for this concert next week. Then rehearsal?
I went downstairs to check the mail and found a big Fed-Ex from Birthday Records, a tiny label from zipcode 19191-91919. They sent me a promo of the new single "Birthday Rós," which was actually the sweetest birthday present ever, with Sargent cover art and vocals by Alana and Joel on a little B&Sish ditty recorded using protools:
when you were one year old it was your goal to be
a naked kid with his first CD
you led dip of the month in the bath with your ducky
...
gee i'm glad i know you now
'cause you rock the party that rocks the party
you can cry if you want to as long as you're still happy
birthday rós