Time flies. One more exam, then some more exams, but before I resume, I wanted to share this really lovely song. Say what you will about Twilight but that movie series had a fantastic musical director. I was reminded of that this afternoon.
Not only are the soundtracks really legit, but the scores are phenomenal. They brought the impressive Carter Burwell on for the first movie and then later Alexandre Desplat. I heaped a bunch of tracks from a variety of sources onto a playlist and this one from one of those movies, out of all those songs from all those random places, made me pause and ask: “What’s this?”
Tonight I’m thinking: When will my Soylent arrive?
I’m also thinking about biochem but I guess that goes without saying at this point.
On Monday I promised my little cousins, Gianna and Connor, that I would play with them so I did a quick drive over from school to their house. G is in kindergarden now and it inspired a bit of nostalgia in me to see her in her little gym uniform—and to see her little face! It seemed as if I hadn’t seen her in eons and absence does make the heart grow fonder. Long forgotten were the war and peace days of a few babysitting sessions past.
Normally she goes to after school care but because I was visiting, she left school at dismissal time and together we went to pick up Connor from daycare. I’m normally ambivalent about little people but my heart was touched by the love Gianna’s former classmates showed her when they were reunited. “Never let go, Gianna!” one little girl said, hugging Gianna. Straight out of Titantic.
Once the three of us arrived at their house, I was gleefully informed that they wanted to play “school” and that it was “naptime.” Hallelujah! Needless to say, I got a few moments of shut eye. It was a brief visit and I left after a few hours to return to the study carrels. I hope to visit again soon because even I admit: I was pretty pathetic given the hype leading up to my visit. I *did* feel like a rockstar though. If everyone greeted me the way G and Connor greeted me on Monday, my ego would be through the roof. There was so much glee just for walking in. The whole afternoon was peppered with rockstar moments. I’m sure G—if she knew what a rockstar was—felt like a rockstar walking in to daycare.
The highlight that I will take from Monday’s visit is definitely G asking me “What is studying?” Initially I had been confused because she had pronounced it as “stoodying.”
"What is stoodying?"
"Huh? What’s stoodying?"
"You said you were leaving to stoody?"
I laughed. Oh, to be 5 years old, eating donuts, rolling around in bright blue sweat pants.