it's far too beautiful (during the day, but now too, under the fullish-in-the-night bunny moon) to be serious about anything. not about schoolwork (though i'm feeling on-top-er of it than in past [that's tmesis, i learned today]). not about the potential pitfalls of emotional entanglements (what? whoever said emotional entanglements could have pitfalls? i defy you, sir!) and most certainly not about assassins.

i've been doing a pretty good job of avoiding the game-mentality, despite a number of attempts on my person (er, my body, not my victim), and from more than one source too. the first deserves a good recounting: i had just completed the tricky task of scooping a cone of pistachio ice cream and embedding it with reeses pieces® crumbles with one hand under my tray for 90% of the process (the mirror just makes you paranoid) - then i deposited my tray and slipped speedily up the stairs. joan made a lunge by the time i got to the landing, and pulled me down to the ground. within seconds, my glasses flew off my face, and (worse) my lovingly sculpted cone flew from my hand, splattering all over the place (i think - i couldn't quite see where the bulk of it went.) we had a good three or four minutes of concerted struggling; i cemented myself firmly against the wall and was able to gain enough of an upper hand to force her up and start edging her towards the stairs so i could dash for it. i had been shouting for a tray - and as rebecca approached with one i thought she was intending to save me. and she effectively did just that - by picking off my assailant. we glared at each other over the tray for a second, then i pawed around to discover my glazzies and high-tailed it to tap. later, she (rebes) made an attempt there, in flagrant violation of the spirit (and now the letter) of the dance class = safe space rule.

i don't know whether the circle was assigned randomly or not, but this (becca as my assassin) was exactly the sort of thing that proved my downfall last semester, when ester was two slots away. however, it seems that that ironic danger has passed, as becca reports that she has been despatched in kind. my this is going fast. somehow that all happened as i, keeping my wares about me, flitted from phoenix interview w/ benjling to sac meeting (no word on funding yet - this is for this saturday's barefoot informal, crunkadelia mark 8 i believe - but given the number of props they're probably still meeting) and back to liza rehearsal, where i encountered the sister. (and so, you see, i'm not being too serious about this game. with luck, it'll be over before the week.)

this now is one of those times when everything is crystalline (not perfectly clear, but flowingly) and satisfyingly precise and all there is left to do is smile. best news of today (i think): we have a full complement (3 and 2/2) of roomies for an apartment next year. hurrah!

this world is filled
and so awake
i stayed up late
to hear your voice