hell i must be crazy

Woke up at 9:30 to start working on my two essays. I was typing away like a mofo. Well, at least work from two of my classes are now over. Turned in two english essays, a psych essay, and took a psych test today. All I have left is a fat five page essay I have to do for sociology before 12:00 PM tomorrow, and a precalc test on Wednesday that's going to be whack. Then my semester is basically done, less some finals. Nothign else really to report from this front; things have been boring like a mofo. Does anyone want to go see the Laramie Project at LPC? Prices are ten dollars general admission, seven for students. I'm sure we can "borrow" ID cards or something. Dates are on the left.

“Queenie’s face changed-for a moment she looked as if she didn’t know who she was. Then she recovered from her happiness. She came and put her arms around me and spoke into my ear, in a voice that was shivering and shy and triumphant.” (Queenie, 269)

"In my feelings for Mike the localized demon was transformed into a diffuse excitement and tenderness spread everywhere under the skin, a pleasure to the eyes and ears and a tingling contentment, in the presence of the other person. I woke up every morning hungry for the sight of him, for the sound of the well driller's truck as it came bumping and rattling down the lane. I worshipped, without any show of it, the back of his neck and the shape of his head, the forwn of his eyebrows, his long, bare toes and his dirty elbows, his loud and confident voice, his smell. I accepted readily, even devoutly, the roles that did not have to be exmplained or worked out between us - that I would aid and admire him, he would direct and stand ready to protect me." (Nettles, 165)

"You're more of a... hey / how's it going type
not a hello / how are you type."
Hmmmmm.