Wednesday, February 08, 2006


I like smuggling dark chocolate into grammar class.

I like the face Yi Mei makes when she laughs.

I like taking notes in red ink.

I fill my pages with swirls.

I sneak up to the school's attic.

Where the pigeons live.

I think of where to place my hands and feet.

Scaling a wall requires good technique.

I like the sound boots make on cobblestone streets.

Especially when I'm wearing them.


Anonymous alice aux pays de merveilles said...

Eleonore, tu es si adventureuse!

Apres avoir regarde tes photos lors de tes vacances a Prague, tu ne ressembles plus a une fille americaine. Chaque jour tu deviens de plus en plus francaise! >>la chanseuse que tu es!<< lol

Si tu penses a m'envoyer un e-mail, voici mon adresse:

8:00 AM  
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8:02 AM  
Blogger Cormack McKinney said...

I like the poem that Eleanor makes.
If indeed it is a poem.

lol I'm a dork :p

9:45 AM  
Blogger Idhrendur said...

I like prose.

Your prose.

Charles Williams' prose.

Sometimes speedaholic readers just have to slow down and notice the prose.

2:40 PM  
Anonymous mon pere said...

You're a poet and your feet show it , cause the're Longfellows. Brava, la mia ragazza.

Love, P

5:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, how I love you.
I just had the strangest urge to cry on your shoulder right now. I'm not even sure why, since nothing particularly devastating has happened to me recently. But I wish we could just hold each other and cry--about the past, about the present, about the future--as though it were the last time we would every cry about anything.
Love forever and always,
Miss Rachel
P.S. Have you ever read Henry James' "Daisy Miller"?

11:38 PM  
Blogger Rae said...

I like the soothing sounds of french poetry.

I daydream of teddy bear tea parties in a spaceship.

I love the sound of laughter, genuine laughter.

I like looking at old postcards.

I like getting snail mail.

I like doing crazy things when no one is looking.

Scaling the apartment balchony requires being crazy.

I like that my mom reads my friend's blogs... and she likes them :D

(My mom found your blog and was reading it, she said she misses you)

11:01 PM  

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