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[10 Sep 2005|10:46pm] |
There has unfortunately been another mouse death. Pete (named when I was still working under the assumption that she was a male-this was, of course, before she presented me with at least one litter of babies) is gone, passed away last night. She was the same age as Brutus, so I am not entirely surprised-although I am entirely sad.
*Sigh.* That is the trouble with cute and furry things. They really don't last very long.
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[08 Sep 2005|11:14am] |
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Brutus died this morning. I'm fairly sure it was just of old age. I am very sad to see him go.
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| A strange ending to a long weekend. |
[07 Sep 2005|10:53am] |
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To make a long story short, my carbon monoxide detector went off last night. I had to ring the gas company and the fire department, and two large fire trucks showed up in my driveway. It turned out to be a fault in the hot water heater, which has now been fixed. There is a whole lot more to the story than that, but I'm still recovering from the excitement of it all.
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| Whatever happened to Upperclass Twit? |
[21 Aug 2005|03:52pm] |
Here I am! For anyone who's interested, here's what I've been up to:
After months of Physics, I am having a real vacation. No studying, no tests, and no long commutes to Burlington. So far I've been out to dinner, rented more than my fair share of movies, gone shopping for fall clothing, (an excursion that was only partially successful, due to the fact that I am not at all fond of capri pants or bellbottoms) discovered the local library, and spent a good amount of time reading in the bathtub. I've also started exercising, much to the delight of my ever-expanding thighs.
I finally got around to cleaning out my apartment, as well as the garage. This, coupled with the fact that I tend to hold on to useless objects for decades before realizing that I will never use them, produced at least ten full garbage bags. I am happy to be rid of it all, and the apartment looks much more organized.
That's about it. I have eight days remaining before the insanity begins again, and I plan to do my best to enjoy them.
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| Holy cow! |
[12 Aug 2005|06:52pm] |
A+ in Physics. With an outstanding evaluation to match.
I've never had an A+ before... and I've never deserved one so much in my life.
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| Physics is finished. |
[12 Aug 2005|06:21pm] |
I am now through with my Physics class-the first half of it, anyway. Not sure what my grade is as of yet, since finding it on the student website is only slightly less complicated than finding my way through the Bermuda Triangle, but I am happy to be done with everything just the same.
It's funny, but I am going to miss the little goblin who taught the class. He might have been a tough teacher, but he was a stand-up chap.
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| General update. |
[06 Aug 2005|09:57am] |
I am in the final days of my summer Physics class. The final exam will take place on Friday of next week. Needless to say, I am very anxious to be done with it all, as I am dangerously close to reaching my breaking point. One can only study for four to seven hours a day, seven days a week, for so long before one's brain threatens to implode.
Luckily, I had a bit of a break on Wednesday. An old friend was in town for the week, and we met up for lunch and some light shopping before we went to her house for dinner. It was lovely to see her again and to feel as if my life consisted of something more than studying and loneliness for the first time in months. It was wonderful to see her mother and step-family, and to spend hours showing them my jewelry pieces (I haven't heard that many compliments at once in quite some time). Most of all, it was wonderful to be with people who have known me for nearly a decade-and who accept me, strangeness and all, without judgement. Not something easily found, I must say.
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| So very stressed! |
[20 Jul 2005|10:55am] |
My physics professor had a very nasty surprise for us yesterday, in the form of a fifty-five question take-home exam. A good portion of it is on material that he has not even covered yet. It is due on Friday of this week, along with a lab report and a set of homework problems. I believe that it will be followed by a quiz.
I managed to do thirty-nine questions last night, but it took several hours to do so. Most of what is left over is completely foreign to me. I am exhausted beyone belief, and I do not know how I will do everything in time. On top of it all I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, which will take up several hours, what with all of the driving back and forth.
Well, I'll just have to do the best I can, I suppose. It is an open-book exam, so I will not be completely in the dark. The lab report can take a bit of a back seat, as it is worth the smallest percentage of my grade, and the homework problems are nearly complete. If I keep myself on a tight schedule and do my best to avoid distraction, I should be alright.
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| A few very good things... |
[15 Jul 2005|04:37pm] |
First of all, my father no longer expects me to come and live at his house while he is away. He understands that I have a summer class and a long commute, and he has enlisted his housekeeper to bring him his mail each day. This is a tremendous weight off my shoulders.
Second of all, I gave him a call this afternoon and offered to buy him a copy of the latest Harry Potter book. He is as big of a fan as I am, and he was very thrilled. He seems to be in far better spirits.
In addition, I have finally gotten around to sorting out my financial aid situation, making my doctor's appointments and making my hair appointment (I have decided to keep it short). I have a bit of a phone-phobia, so I am fairly pleased with myself for getting it all over with.
Finally, today in Physics I solved a problem correctly before the instructor was able to. He had it wrong the first time around, and after fifteen minutes he came up with the same answer that I'd had all along. Perhaps there is hope for me yet?
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[08 Jun 2005|09:11am] |
I haven't had much time for writing these past few days. I have been working on physics- and nothing but. I seem to be getting a handle on it bit by bit, although there are a few more things that I will have to work on if I am to understand kinematics fully.
I had a nice chat with the professor, who urged me not to drop the class. He claims that he will do everything in his power to help me, including assign extra credit work if it is required. He also gave me the name of a very good physics book that is absolutely loaded with practice problems. In spite of his orders to take a break, I spent a few hours last night doing extra problems. I also had my first productive help session with the professor after class, and it turns out that he really is capable of explaining concepts-he just needs a little prompting.
At any rate, I more than likely will not have a lot of time for writing this summer. I have ten very long physics problems due Friday, plus another batch due Tuesday, as well as a take-home exam due Tuesday and not one, but two lab reports. I do not know how I will fit it all in! I have a feeling that the entire summer will continue in such a fashion.
I will keep up with reading friends' entries and commenting, but unless something really important happens, this space will be a bit inactive.
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| Hair has been fixed. |
[16 May 2005|08:03pm] |
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Well, the new stylist did a very nice job on my hair. It is quite, quite short, but not so short as to be boyish. Although I do prefer longer hair, I might just like this new style, at least until it grows out. There are still curls, and there are no more horrible layers. What is more, I now have a regular hairdresser. On top of that, she has an adorable little dog named "Susie," who sits around the salon and charms waiting clients.
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| Hurray! |
[16 May 2005|09:47am] |
I have very, very good news.
My calculus professor responded to my request for my final grade. I was hoping for an A minus in the course, but apparently, I have an A! A nice, solid A! What is more, Dr. Foote told me that it was nice having me in class. He wished me all the best in my medical career and offered to help me out in any way, including writing a letter of recommendation. I wrote back to him and told him just what a great professor he is-and let him know that he is one of my favorites. *Sigh.* This was just the news that I needed to boost my confidence.
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[13 May 2005|12:51pm] |
I have just finished taking my Organic Chemistry final. It wasn't impossible, per se, but it was fairly challenging-and I do not know if I did well on it. I only know that I am now completely and utterly finished with Organic Chemistry-and that I am terribly happy about the fact.
I also know that I am completely and utterly exhausted. I did not sleep very well last night, except for a few hours- and I awoke at five in the morning to the sounds of birds outside the window.
I am not functioning very well at the moment, and I am wondering how I will be able to take my Calculus final in three hours. I am tempted to nap, but I fear that I will not wake up in time.
As soon as I am finished with exams and the drive home, I am going to sleep.
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| Why twits do not sleep... |
[09 May 2005|11:18am] |
These past few weeks have been horrible, as far as my sleeping habits have been concerned.
I am normally a fan of animals, but I am quickly starting to really and truly hate *birds*- and to wish that I had a few flying cats around. At first, my fine feathered fiends woke me up at nine in the morning-which is fairly acceptable, as it is my usual waking time when I do not have classes. Soon, however, they took to chirping and shrieking at eight, then half past seven, then six, and finally, they were up and making noise before even a shred of daylight passed through the trees.
There is also the matter of my broken door. Even when closed, it likes to make creaking sounds and to slam itself shut, as if it has been left wide open. I have taken to placing an old book against the door to keep it quiet, but I often forget, as I am often exhausted.
Then, there are the panic attacks. Knowing that I will be disturbed by winged demons and loose doors causes me to wake up in a panic-and while I may set my alarm for an hour or so later, in hopes of getting back to sleep, I am always too tense to follow through with it.
In short, I am a tiny little mess at the moment. It is never a good idea to fool around with my sleeping patterns, and I am contemplating making a slingshot and filling it with popcorn kernels to shoot at my new little enemies.
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| On having fun... |
[01 May 2005|12:02pm] |
Last night I discovered an excellent way to at least temporarily cure myself of stress. It so happens that the best way to relieve stress and to gain new perspective on life is to go out and have some good, clean, wholesome fun.
Last night I went out with my friend Philip (who is the young man with whom I went out to dinner a few weekends ago). We had chinese food and told each other dirty jokes and laughed until we could barely swallow our dinner. We then went to a local bowling alley and played video games for several hours. By the time I came home it was close to midnight, and I was exhausted. I must say, it was the most fun that I have had in months.
It is wonderful to have a real friend in this place. Someone with whom I can be myself without fear of being rejected, someone whose approval I do not have to work to gain. It is a far cry from my stiff social interactions with the snooty trollops in my Chemistry class, and a welcome change.
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[24 Apr 2005|09:54am] |
Yesterday marked a post-birthday visit to my father. I was rather dreading it, for not only was the weather acting up, but I was feeling considerably under it. Certainly in no mood to spend a total of four hours driving.
It went well enough, however. We hardly did a thing besides chat and watch a silly Golf match on television, but I would count it as a successful visit, as the number of horrible pictures taken of myself was minimal, and my father made very little in the way of insensitive comments. He did insist on putting me on the telephone with anyone who happened to ring him, which meant that I spoke to two perfect strangers who gave their regards, but I do prefer strangers to relatives. In addition, he suggested that I do some grocery shopping in his refrigerator to help rid him of excess fruit and sandwich meats, and I did so-knowing that there was really no way around it, no matter how out-of-date everything was.
I also did something that I would normally not do. My father was watching the horse races on television, and he chose a horse to bet on- and insisted on my doing the same. Reluctantly, I chose "Coin Silver," an animal new to the world of racing and thought to have quite a bit of potential. It seemed as if my fellow was going to take last place, but during the last half of the race, he promptly picked up the pace-and won. A very lucky guess on my part.
The visit ended with my father offering to give me one of his vehicles, as I have had so many troubles with my own. This was a very kind gesture, but I declined, as the Lincoln which he offered is nearly twenty years old-and would surely not survive the commute to Burlington.
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[12 Apr 2005|10:25am] |
Today is my last full day of studying before the Chemistry exam. I must say, I still do not feel as prepared as I would like. I intended to wake up early today so that I could fit studying, the finishing touches on my lab report and a pre-lab writeup into the day and still have time to look into taking classes at Norwich University, but a particularly comfortable bed and a particularly nice dream prevented me from doing so. Ah well, I'll do my best from here.
I have decided that I will not attend the Chemistry review session tomorrow morning so that I will have time to watch the lab video and review my note cards. I have also decided that I will save half of the pre-lab writeup for tomorrow morning-and that, if worse comes to worse, I will take a day off of studying on Thursday and spend most of my time relaxing and straightening out my fall course situation.
With that, my hectic day begins.
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[09 Apr 2005|10:17am] |
It is absolutely lovely out today. While it is a bit chilly, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is a deep blue in color. There are no clouds to be seen.
If I did not have a crippling amount of studying to do for an upcoming Chemistry exam, I would go out and enjoy myself. I would get into my borrowed vehicle and drive somewhere-anywhere. There is nothing like aimlessly joyriding... *Sigh.*
There is also nothing like having an extremely difficult Organic Chemistry exam and a lab report looming over one's head. While I have been studying fairly diligently over the past week and a half, I feel as if I am still dreadfully behind. There was a week or so in which I was too depressed and moody to do a scrap of work, and it set me back quite a bit. The exam is next Wednesday...
Ah well, whatever happens, I know that I will recover. It so happens that we are allowed to drop our lowest exam score-and if I do poorly on this exam, I have two perfectly decent exam scores remaining, as well as a chance to redeem myself on the following exam and the final-as well as in lab, if I can finally figure out how to prepare the perfect lab report.
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[04 Apr 2005|03:49pm] |
Today turned out better than I thought it would.
In spite of the weather I made it to campus on time. I first stopped in to have a chat with the campus Parking Gods to see if I could add a new car to my account. It so happened that the vehicle had already been added, which saved me the trouble of having to remember silly things such as the make and model and number of doors (I only use one, so why should I pay attention to the other three?). I then went off to my extra help session with the Chemistry professor, and not only was he very kind to me, and not only did he have the courtesy to laugh at all of my jokes, but he managed to answer all of my questions in less than a half an hour.
I arrived in class only to realize that I had dragged along three very large books and plenty of pens, but no paper. I found a few sheets of scrap paper, and by some stroke of luck I was able to make them last for two class periods. Calculus was mildly confusing, and I saw many undergraduates rest their heads on the desks in frustration, but I had a lot of questions answered after class.
I am now in the middle of an attempt to select classes for next semester. This is proving to be more than cumbersome, as I would like to have all of my classes and labs on the same three days of the week-and it does not seem like I will be able to. I do not know what time labs take place, and I do not know when physics recitation-whatever the devil that is-take place. Luckily, I was able to make an appointment with my advisor for this Wednesday. Perhaps this will straighten things up a bit.
*Sigh.* I am very overly-stressed. I am not sure what I will do if it is impossible to have all of my courses when I need them- I certainly cannot drive to Burlington five days a week.
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[30 Mar 2005|06:25am] |
I'm up at the crack of dawn,
I'm up at the crack of dawn.
It's dark and drab,
As I write up my lab,
Up at the crack of dawn.
I'm up at the crack of dawn,
Yes, up at the crack of dawn.
I'm yawning and typing
And whining and griping
Up at the crack of dawn.
I'm up at the crack of dawn
And I'm going back to bed.
*Snore.*
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| Hee hee! |
[29 Mar 2005|02:21pm] |
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I emailed my T.A. to ask him how to do the calculations for the lab, and he wrote back. He was very nice about explaining everything, but before he answered my questions, he wrote something along the lines of: "your question is wording confusing," instead of "the wording of your question is confusing." This I found remarkably adorable and funny, as well as very ironic. *Sigh.* This brightened an otherwise dull and depressing day.
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| The troubles of technology. |
[21 Mar 2005|08:54am] |
I have now accumulated thirty spam emails in my inbox, all of which are attempting in bad English to sell me, of all things, Viagra. I have been receiving spam for some time now, and try as I might, I simply cannot do anything about it. I have reported it numerous times, but still, the messages keep coming... In addition, my computer- once free of the wretched little things-is now being bombarded with pop-ups.
Luckily, while the ignore-it-and-it-will-go-away theory may not work on such serious things as toothaches and tumors, I have found that it does work for such annoying things as spam emails and pop-ups. In the beginning of my ownership of this computer I was bombarded with nearly twelve *pornographic* spam pop-ups a day. I would click on them to make them go away, but this made them worse. Finally, I dragged them to the bottom of the page. It took awhile, but they soon gave up.
Besides technology problems, little is going on. I had take-out gourmet pizza from my favorite semi-local restaurant last night, which I will finish today, and I will also be doing house work, ordering my jewelry-making tools, and getting a head start on studying for my next exams. Later in the day I might also go to the gym and resume my weight training.
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| In defense of "plain" women... |
[20 Mar 2005|12:55pm] |
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It seems to me that women like myself, who by no means fall into the "supermodel" category, have been getting a bad reputation-and treatment to match. We are dismissed, ignored and hardly treated like women at all, both by greater society and the vast majority of men. ( The rant that ate New York... )
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[18 Mar 2005|01:42pm] |
I am home from classes, and thus begins my Spring break. *Sigh.* This makes me incredibly happy, and I look forward to quite a bit of rest and relaxation. Unfortunately, I will have to wait until I return to classes to discover my exam grade, as my professor decided to hand the exams to the teaching assistants instead of the individual students. Ah well, it will definitely take the edge off my anxiety.
I did discover my Calculus quiz grade, which was made better by the fact that every student who actually chose to attend class received an extra five points. This puts my score in the more-than-acceptable range and further adds to my opinion that the professor is a kindly old man.
At any rate, I think that I will get a head start on all of that relaxing...
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[16 Mar 2005|03:23pm] |
Five and a half hours before I am able to go home. *Sigh.* At least two and a half of them will be spent sitting around doing last-minute studying, which is a fairly low-key activity compared to lab (which, by the way, was an utter disaster-luckily, I know how to fake my way through lab data!). Then, weather permitting, it will be time for the long drive home.
I am a bit nervous about the exam, though I have heard from two sources that it is not at all bad. Here's hoping!
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[16 Mar 2005|06:57am] |
I awoke early this morning in order to finish the lab report that I was far too tired to bother with last night. It is now printed out and only needs the chemical reactions written in- which will be a small task, since I have already written them out on scrap paper. *Sigh.* There is something so much more satisfying about typing up a lab report in lieu of scribbling it into a notebook and photocopying it. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the computer does not share my tendency towards chicken scratch!
At any rate, today will be a busy day. I will have an extra help session with my calculus professor (in his new office) this morning, followed by a review session for Chemistry, followed by a quiz in calculus, followed by lab, followed by a three-hour Chemistry exam (which will be, of course, followed by my falling into an exhausted pile on the floor). Then, of course, there is the long drive home. I am hoping that the day goes by rather quickly.
Luckily, Friday will bring about the last day of classes before vacation rolls around.
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| Random grumbling. |
[09 Mar 2005|12:31pm] |
Today has decided, for some reason, to be an utter wanker. This twit is not a happy twit by any stretch of the imagination. Cold, tired, frustrated and frazzled would be far better descriptive terms.
I awoke early this morning in case the weather was acting up. I left a good forty-five minutes ahead of schedule in order to see a professor during his office hours. "Snow plow" seems to be a four letter word where I live, so I drove the entire distance to Burlington under fifty miles per hour. The drive took nearly two hours, and while I was on time to see the professor, he was not in his office-and according to the secretary, he would be out all morning. So much for "office hours," I suppose. By the time I made it back from his office my face and hands stung from the cold, and my ears were beginning to ache. Chemistry passed by harmlessly, and I was able to tell Giulia of my (at least temporary) success with the transmission company, and then Calculus went by easily enough... until the quiz. I was sure that I knew the material well, but the professor pulled a little trick with it-which caused me to become confused and to lose focus. I left in bad spirits, and the full extent of my sleep deprivation caught up with me. I attempted to seek out a computer on which to watch the lab video, but there were none in the library. There was also no room to sit and enjoy my lunch (hence I am sneaking bites at the Chemistry library). I might try to look at the video here, but the computer monitors are placed in such a way as to prevent head phones from being plugged in. I suppose that I could watch it as a silent film... I could pretend that the man performing the experiment is Charlie Chaplin...
Ah well, after lab I will be able to go home. There is a good twenty percent chance that the roads will have been taken care of by then. Then, the day will be more-or-less over... I hope.
I could use a nice, pleasant surprise right about now.
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[06 Mar 2005|08:42am] |
One of my new friends will be away next weekend at, of all wonderful things, a gem and jewelry show. This set me to thinking about my favorite show, the International Gem and Jewelry Show, which takes place in several places around the country- including Massachusetts, which allows me to attend (over the years I have been to three and have purchased everything from faceted peridot beads to necklace displays). I was wondering if I would receive another flyer in the mail, and sure enough, there was one waiting for me this morning. There will be a show in Connecticut in a week or so, and while it is a bit far away, there will also be shows in Massachusetts on the sixth of May and the eighth of July. It would be lovely to attend either one or both, and it would also be lovely to ask my new friends if they would be interested in joining me (which would give me access to the wholesale area). It would be splendid to have some company-especially company that would not tire of looking at gems.
On another note, I am thinking of branching out into very basic silversmithing. I took a class in highschool, and I remember quite a bit of it. I have a list of the tools that I would need, such as sheet metal, solder, one of those new-fangled soldering guns, metal-cutting scissors (much more practical than saws and saw blades, I think) and some sort of tool for drilling holes into metal, and most of these things are available in my catalogs. I have many ideas, and I think that I could very nicely compliment my wirework.
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[05 Mar 2005|01:31pm] |
I am nearly too happy to write. The reason? I might have found some new friends.
This morning I decided to take myself out bead shopping. There is a bead store in Montpelier, and they sell many types of beads and rocks and what not. There are two very large bead bins in the store, and each is filled with a sea of different shapes, sizes and colors of bead. One of my favorite things to do is go "bead fishing," and to look for anything that catches my interest (mostly semi-precious stones and freshwater pearls). This involves a lot of scooping and sifting through the bead bins, and it is great therapy.
At any rate, the man working behind the counter was a very nice chap. He asked if my hair was naturally curly, and when I replied that it was, he said that it was beautiful. He does woodworking, and he especially likes to carve figures with curly hair. We chatted about his woodworking and my hair, and about the things that each of us had read about curly hair, and after about an hour of bead fishing, the owner of the store came in. I remained in the store for another half an hour, during which time the owner and I exchanged a few remarks. As I was checking out, both of them decided to wait on me, as there was a very large amount of beads to be counted. We got into conversation for quite some time, where I discovered that we all had quite a bit in common. Beads and stones, an interest in opera, and Monty Python-not to mention a sense of humor. The clerk asked my name and they both introduced themselves, and the owner let me know that they were usually in the store on Saturdays, in case I wanted to visit. He told me that they would try to remember me-and that I was "special" for having so many common interests.
Well, I left that store just as happy as could be. After all of this time spent thinking that I am antisocial-and that I do not have anything in common with anyone in Vermont- I made instant friends with a couple of thoroughly lovely middle-aged men. Middle-aged men, I might add, who were just as interested in knowing me as I was in knowing them (and middle-aged men who go to gem shows!). I had forgotten that I am most comfortable with middle-aged men. Perhaps I should spend some time looking for places where they are likely to be found?
It was nice to chat with people who like me as I am. I was not wearing makeup or jewelry, I was just plain... me. I did not feel strained, and I did not feel the need to act a certain way. I could use large words and talk about opera without fear of frigthening anyone. Men my age so often are turned off by intelligent women, but the older ones (at least, in my own experience) are very often intrigued.
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[26 Feb 2005|09:49am] |
(Written yesterday)
I will give you one guess as to what broke down on the way to classes this morning...
Yes, it happened again. The horrid vehicle is having transmission problems, and it is once more at the service station with the dishy mechanic (He remembered me, which is nice. It is also nice that he has since become a bit scruffy-and is not quite as dishy as he was before. This makes him less intimadating...).
Mechanics aside, I cannot stop shaking. Having one's car break down is always a nerve-wrecking experience, no matter how much of an old hat one is at breaking down. What is more, I have a calculus exam very soon-and I do not know if I will be calm enough to take it. I am not going to Organic Chemistry today, as I am more than a few minutes late, and I do not wish to be disruptive.
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[21 Feb 2005|10:38am] |
Yesterday was the most productive day that I have had in quite some time.
It got off to a rocky start when I went out for icecream, discovered that had I left my wallet behind, and returned home to find that I was temporarily locked out. In the early afternoon, however- once I was finished with moping and eating chocolate icecream- I decided that I was going to make the day especially meaningful.
I started by improving upon a few jewelry pieces that I had made, and I moved on to clear all of the clothing off of the floor of the livingroom and bedroom (anyone who knows me will understand just what a feat this was-I am a notorious clothes horse, to put it lightly). Clean clothing went into the closet and dresser, dirty clothing became at least four loads of laundry. Following that I did the dishes, cleaned the bathroom, fixed one of my shirts that had been in an unfortunate Italian salad dressing accident, vacuumed the bedroom and livingroom, cleaned most of the clutter from the kitchen chairs, turned the couch from a makeshift bed into a couch, made the bed into a bed again, rearranged the livingroom furniture, sorted through three large baskets of clothing and what-not that had been hiding in a corner, and returned my beading supplies back to their shelves. I also managed to fit in nearly four hours of studying for calculus, covering nearly everything that we have studied so far. I also managed to make a lovely pizza with marinated artichoke hearts and garlic-and-chive Boursin cheese.
This shows just how much can be accomplished in a very short day. I started my chores well after noon, and I still managed to accomplish more than I usually accomplish in a week. I am hoping for more of the same today... we shall see.
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[20 Feb 2005|09:42am] |
I have just realized that, in addition to this weekend and the Friday that I missed classes, I will have two more days off. There is some or other holiday on Monday, and then there is Tuesday, when I do not have classes to begin with. By the time I return to Burlington I will have had five days off. A vacation of sorts. I can hardly complain.
I somehow managed not to study yesterday. I went to the gym as planned, and after that I was so exhausted that I fell asleep for most of the day. Ah well, at least I got around to making marinated artichoke and Boursin cheese pizza. It was fantastic, and I am looking forward to making it again today. Garlic-and-chive Boursin is a beautiful thing...
There is really nothing else to write about. Hmph.
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