something was lacking. whatever. i just killed a little bag of ruffles albeit one containing 3 servings. guess which flavor. my fingers smell of it, i hate that. and then miso zuppa. because i figured pop tarts are more like, hunger rations than miso soup. when the earthquake hits i'll need carbos more than sodium. teehee. i am so wrong. like i can't believe that on this campus full of bright lights and parking meters i couldn't get a belgian waffle at 9:20. at 10, yes. at 12:30, yes. all i ask for is a trough of olive-oil sauteed string beans. somewhere on locust walk, scavenger hunt. i'm game!

laudamus te and hamlet all this evening at my 1st orkestra practice. it just reminded me why i didn't sign up for fricking orchestra in the first place - i am impatient and restless and have poor eyesight and play the cello. meanwhile the baroque ensemble can languish for all i care. i was much happier earlier today, i'm not quite sure what happened. not enough conversation. meanwhile the mindblowing fruition of the drive drwu new jersey is lost in the quicksand. it's really funny because when i was happy it felt sticky and lasting. the post-modernistic management group strikes again! what's your team name? [team name]! rueful. that's a word. i bought a planner today! and instead of "Saginaw" it says "$aginaw". rock out.

*yo. sorry. it doesn't actually say '$aginaw'. that was just the outline of michigan playin games with my heart. do i even have a life?!*