there's always someone who understands on any given day, and there's always someone who pretends not to on any given day. what would sung-eun do? qu'est-ce que c'est qu'un swiffer? i made pen tracks (penntrex) on my french notes from falling asleep so much. i'd scan them in for authenticity but i hope you believe me.

i am the Penn Chamber Music Society's new secretary. back at spack i would never, ever, ever. brahms tchaik schubert haydn. i spent way too much time online last night. i talked to just about everyone i could last night. AIM - die!! gah! and other motley "[glottal stop]-ah" words. what i didn't understand back then was that we would all grow up.

when she woke up this morning my roommate threw off the covers and her two "stuffed toys" hit the floor [cra-crash]. um.

"you know when she finally gets something."
"how?"
"because that's when she gets you."