Snipits Poem by anais vionet

I shaved my legs this morning. "Alexa, put dinosaur Band-Aids on my shopping list."

Once you get in the college routine, time speeds up
One minute you're young and carefree
the next you're young and free-time free.

*MIT guys*

A group of MIT students were visiting Yale for some event. Sophie, Anna and I were in the residential dining hall. I'd finished eating and I was trying to read, when this group of MIT guys swauntered in.

My impression of MIT guys is that they're short and they flirt a lot. They're all over the place, like they're manic or on holiday and they think they're going to pick up girls. (On a Tuesday)

One guy said, "I'm new to the area, could you help me with directions to your house? "

Another cane up with, "I've just become religious, ‘cause you're the answer to my prayers."

"What are you up to tonight? " This short stranger asks, leaning rudely on our table and acting like he's lookin' to get inside-the-ride.

"I've gotta read two chapters before tomorrow, " I said, somewhat annoyed with these dinkheads. They finally decided (realized) we're boring and moved on to other female diners.

*standing in line*

Americans seem to love lines. I hate standing in lines.

People don't line up for things in Paris. There aren't "bus lines." The person who guessed right and is closest to where the bus door stops and opens, or the quickest person or the most ruthless person will be first on the bus. There aren't any lines at cinemas or the boulangerie (bakery) or even at the Apple store - Apple tried to impose American style order - but #forgetaboutit.
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*slang..
swaunter = saunter with swagger
inside the ride = get an invitation to something.. personal.
dinkhead = immature morons*