thursdays feel like fridays to me. because i never (hardly ever) have to work on fridays. and i never (never ever) have to work on mondays. so thursdays usually mean to me what fridays mean for rebecca black; “fun fun fun fun”. or something like that.
this morning, my alarm went off at 7:00 - that i remember. the next thing i remember is waking up again at 7:35. i don’t know if i had been hitting snooze repeatedly (in my sleep) or just sleeping through the alarm (wouldn’t be the first time) but, regardless, i dressed and ran out the door in a matter of 15 minutes (5 minutes of which were spent putting in my contacts, 5 minutes of which were spent trying to button my pants one-handedly and 5 minutes of which were spent looking for my hairbrush….as you have probably already deduced from the above photos, the hairbrush was not found).
despite the stressful morning, my thursday turned out pretty well. here’s why: i slept during the hour-long bus ride to school, my students were very sweet to me (sort of unusual), i ate a nice lunch, which can be seen above (tomato+mozzarella sandwich, apfelschorle, a piece of cake that was eaten before it could be photographed), i enjoyed a tasty little dinner with dear friends, i had a ego-boosting german conversation with someone who didn’t switch to english, i ate a snickers bar on a train and i watched justin timber lake's most recent SNL monologue 3 times in a row.
the only downside is that after being operated on, my hand isn’t healing as well as i’d hoped and it’s kind of hampering my weekend plans which were supposed to be very special. i’m thinking i might spend the weekend holed up at my dear friends’ apartment (the same dear friends from tonight’s dinner, the same dear friends who visited me every day in the hospital), watching movies and snuggling under a blanket until i can move my hand again.
until then...
p.s. obama will be in poland next week and so will i. i'll be able to meet him, right? i mean, i am american and he is my president, so...the logic seems sound enough.
Well, can I just say that I think you get prettier with every post..hairbrush or not.
I think you two should totally hang out with Obama, I mean a quick lunch would be totally feasible, right? Besides, there would be some stellar additions to the conversations with a polish boy from that for sure! :)
Oh Jenni. I love your blog. And ya look beautiful! Hairbrush be damned!
And I just saw your message above. LOVE it, haha!
Hahaha. I love that he said tweet, tweet! So funny. PS: I totally hit my snooze ten billion times this morning and was running late, too. Unfortunately, I don't have an hour train ride to sleep. Boo.
um, hello? could you get prettier? if i didn't brush my hair it would look like a pack of rabid raccoons attacked me in my sleep. aka what i looked like today.
is it awkward if i tweet piotr?
you are so cute! love the striped top!
ahhhhhh. i love jt and his opening monologue.
The striped top is great. Hope your hand gets better!
i'd say that you look pretty lovely sans hairbrush! i on the other hand look like a lost member from the band a flock of seagulls when i don't brush my hair in the morning, so consider yourself lucky :)
I am sure President Obama would indeed be tickled to run into a fellow American! I say plan some elaborate scheme to meet him. But don't get arrested.
I have connections to Obama. Basically. Maybe I can work something out for you.
You look great in stripes! And your hair is absolutely beautiful! Love reading about your plans for the weekend!
Q - where's the waldo shirt from?
A - gosh...i have no idea. i tear the tags out of all of my clothes because i don't like to feel them on my neck (is that weird?). i know i 've had it for years, though. maybe h&m?
You will always have a good day if you have a snickers!!
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