Reeverts, O Reeverts

I think this guy next door plays the mandolin. I keep thinking the ice cream man is going by, but then realize that it's just someone plinking away in Poll Cottage. He doesn't play anything in particular, as far as I can tell, but it's pretty none the less. I should go over there and meet him. "Hi, my name is Paula, do you play the mandolin?" I probably shouldn't do that, as it would make me look even wierder than I actually am.
I had this random blurb about the Frankfurt Ballet up a couple of months ago, and I just heard the other day that they are no longer to be in existence. The government of Germany decided that they didn't want to keep paying William Forsythe (like the coolest choreographer for ballet ever, and also the director of the FB), and so the company is dissolving. Maybe he'll come teach at Hope :) I wish. No really, I do.
I took a bath today, and it was really nice. Bubbles, warm water, good music, a nice book. The bathtub in my house is nice, it has a good angle at the end to lean up against, so you're not sitting up too much. And, it's deep enough to actually get enough water in. I would liek to someday have a bathtub in which I can stretch out. Someday, that gigantic claw-footed wonder will be mine....someday.....
I'm kinda tired of being all sweaty all the time. It's wicked hot around here lately, and we don't have air conditioning. Like being totally allergic to the months of August and September isn't bad enough, then it has to go and be all humid and gross. There is a hint of autumn in the air, though. I tried to write a poem about the lurking fall today while I walked to class, but it didn't go as well as I would have liked. If I get it done, I'll let you know. I know ya'll love my poetry.
While I'm on a stream of random thoughts..... my two housemates, Lisa and Mary, have this amusing habit of talking in these horrible southern accents. They do it for hours, and after a while it's actually kinda convincing. They talk a lot about fornication with their cousins and such, which is kinda disturbing, but it's really amusing to hear them from across the house just rambling on about anything in those terrible hick accents. I love my house.
Well, I guess I should go at least pretend to do some homework. Maybe I'll take a nap....