a boy i like a ton wrote me a song (poems, girls call them...)made me cry this morning. sweet boy, all the way on the east coast. damn this country for being so big. cant i live in the gambia or something. i mean, it is shaped like a bit of intestine...but i'll bet i could get to one side from the other much more quickly than this f-ing monstrosity of a country. well, assuming equal transportation arrangements.

okay. to school. to thesis. to my crazy advisor who is using me to prove herself to her department.