whilst packing i got really just frustrated for some reason and am needing to type (nope not write). this day so far - woke up and went to school, hopefully for a last time, to drop off/choose 4-tet pics. maybe one last reunion tonight, depending on everyone's busy schedule. mr. handman talked for a long while about the prospective plans for music at spackenkill which was good and heartening to hear and so much more complex than even the credulous joanne would have imagined.

i'm waiting for someone to rescue me from this grim prospect of leaving. i got in the mail the 'facebook' for penn. and they come from greenwich and plano and l.a. and okay, poughkeepsie. looking so unfamiliar and better (than something). and of course, this is only whatever percentage that sent in their photo. you can glean any number of insights from that, which i am trying not to vocalize. but i hate sitting on the fence. i hate being in this mood right before i go away. i need a book to read as i go there...suggestions are SO more than welcome.

for now i have to go out and buy the inevitable last minuterie...sorry, minutia. drop off film from whenever. i remember all those times this school year where i'd wake up and vow not to talk. seriously! having english 1st period usually undid me but still. "when we gained the power of speech we lost the ability to eat from the earth". or not. what did that cat on pokemon lose? holy shite, i'm listening to tolkien read the mirror of galadriel in elvish.

almost done. typing is so therapeutic. if only piano...eh never mind.