i got a plum desk in the thesis lottery, it overlooks the pit and has a skylight above it, perfect for this girl. my desk mate, ian, is also the perfect kid to share a desk with. he won't be around too much, and when he is, i have no doubt i'll appreciate the distractions he always seems to have up his sleeve (dry ice bombs anyone?)

so, in trying to take care of my sore, sore back, i've been stretching like a crazy person for the last couple of weeks and today i noticed how gumby-like i've become. i was in my p.e. class and we were all touching toes and doing whatever else and i realised that i can bend myself into about a million weird shapes. it's nice, i only wish it meant that my back was now immune to the library. it isn't yet though. when i get that figured out, though, i'll let everyone i care for know about it.

one thing i know for certain: alan jackson is the best man to listen to when researching the south. for sure.