day ninety.

i can register in the morning for the fall, and deciding which classes to take makes my head fuzzy, especially since i don't know if i'll have a job to fill in the gaps.

so far, loading up on rare books and archives (assuming i get the courses i want), even though i'm not getting the certificate in special collections (because i don't have an extra $3000 laying around for the required summer sessions).
plus, a side order of español.

i really can't wait for summer. hair be damned.

day eighty-nine.

a quiet end to a very social weekend.
is it still easter if i didn't eat any candy?

day eighty-eight.

the owner approached as i was taking this, gave me a half-smile, and i proceeded to scurry away without saying anything. woops.

and david bazan: you had me at playing "bad diary days" last night. A+

day eighty-seven.

fedora friday has been suspended due to lack of me wanting to look for pictures of hats anymore.
but fear not, faithful 6-7 readers, for this day shall now be known as:

DANCE FRIDAY.

boom.

day eighty-six.

today is the sort of day that could make you fall in love with this place.

i saw groups of people on tours and imagined what it would be like if this was the very first time i had seen all of it, and how that could change everything for someone so young, what with the sun shining, and the plants growing, and the people not wearing clothes.

day eighty-five.

i deactivated my facebook (for awhile at least), so now you can only reach me through, oh about 5 other electronic avenues. trying to find some focus, wherever i can.

day eighty-four.

signs of spring: daffodils rising from the dead leaves outside my house.

children's book, copyright 1953:

(i am 2/2 in oversleeping this week.)