whoo just came back from opim 402 for the very last time and i'm psyched because i love taking naps in my 15 person class and i love the prospect of writing an english paper for a wharton class. library...books...no index cards...but fun... or just an annoyance. or maybe even retrofitted plagiarism. it all depends. so just have to apply this kind of freshfaced enthusiasm for the other weird shit (tests. other papers) i have to write. divert the shining path like i seem to be wanting to doish. either towards or away from me. you see the path diverge in the wood with the tree marked with your initials where you came 'round the first time. but by now you don't even remember how you carved them in. nor where you went afterwards. just practice smiling and remember the very seriously important way that everyone thinks of summer. recommended listens which are more or less obvious:

dashboard confessional age six racer
the sundays summertime
pushstars any little town
better than ezra at the stars
chad and jeremy a summer song