i'm confused about why i'm so bummed out right now - but it will pass. can you believe there are only two more weeks of school? it doesn't seem plausible. or good. i wish i knew what i was going to do this summer. oh dear.

classes drag on (friday: too tired to say anything to contradict ill-informed generalizations about 'rappeurs americains'; optimality foraging theory in biology and practice in sharples; horror films in fct and listening to people disparage jvb as we made ours) but don't really seem to be approaching a conclusion. it's sort of disillusioning when courses just stop. outside it's hot and cold. we seem to be waiting for something. sitting and hating on the steps between 2nd and 3rd parrish. last night was good though. two shooting stars, only one of which i saw. soon i was too tired to even mumble coherently, and that's a comfortable way to be as long as there's a bed involved.

by the way, if you're wondering, i'm out of assassins. the death squad (whatever) got me while i was shooting, or rather while i was playing scrabble waiting for the set dressers and tech people to be ready to shoot. probably could have avoided them if we'd finished shooting on time and i could go home and lock my door. probably (no, definitely) could have got my target if i hadn't stopped to put my bag down to chase him, or if i hadn't slipped on the wet grass while i was chasing him, or if parrish 1st steps hadn't been declared safe (bogus i think and most agree.) eh, it's good i got out when i did, because i was about ready to start playing seriously. i made it to the last five. best, it barely interfered with my life at all. i never made a plan, it was purely defensive and fortuitous playing. did you know, in five semesters, i've only made three kills.

also, 25th hour is a strange and perhaps bad movie.

your sexual politics have got me all in a muddle
we are joined in the ideological cuddle