you seem fatigued, says martha, and oh, oh, i am. i have a headache (which didn't make accordioning drumming and shouting and shaking at rehearsal fun). and sac is giving me another one - for some reason which is really not clear to me, they really don't want me to have a party saturday. many many carefully polite and precise e-mails later, i may or may not be closer it's really hard to know. but i would really really like this to happen (and i know other people would too) on top of that i didn't get my internship (and, like, i had to contact them again to even find that out.) i like to talk about how i am uncannily fortunate (which is to say i always get what i want), and that's still more or less the case with this stuff (the less important particulars) - and very much true with the larger, life-size things (it still amazes me almost daily) - which makes this junk feel not only undeserved but sort of cosmically indiscreet.

that said, it was still a good day. i finished my A section and copied it over neatly during semantics class. i met albert, my roommate for next year. i saw some fabulous film shorts. i survived another violent attack, this one in parrish central, and i made a successful one of my own as well, on the sharplesian plain, which was just dotted with players. (sadly, my pants didn't fare these two episodes so well as i did: shortly after the first i noticed a little rip just below the right buttock, while the second brought on a smattering of impressively hi-liter-like grass stains. these beloved blue semi-plaid comfypants, the only thing i've ever bought at abercrombie-but-you'd-never-guess-it, have been with me for a long time, through many dance classes and rainy days. i wore them today so i wouldn't have to go to the dressing room to change. if i were in a better mood, this entry would have started with a paean to them.)

sleep, i think, as it has never failed me before. (it's even better than blanket music)

like johnny storm, i flame on
got an office at the four freedoms plaza with my name on
but mcs can't see me like the wife of reed richards
i'll be there amidst the rubble with ben grimm taking pictures