autumn came.

it didnt ask.

it left me right where it left me last.

and i didnt know.

and now it starts.

and there is fog inside the glass around my summer heart.

this is the homestretch. about four weeks until i get to go home. it feels like it should go by fast. the weeks do move pretty quickly, i must say. but time as a whole moves quite slowly around these parts. all this anticipation for only a few hurried times with close friends. oh well, im taking it for what its worth, and im pretty excited for the plans i have. cheesecake with the girls. turkey with the fam. art museum by myself. sleeping my bed. locking ourselves in with the nutcracker for a night of permiscuous fun. (sarah we need to talk about this one, its all you, youve gotta help make this magic happen) i think the best part is that once thanksgiving comes it will be no time before we're out for a month...which could quite possibly mean more permiscuous times with the nutcracker...im pumped. but i need a job lets not forget that one.

but as for now, i think im finally getting my focus back, if only for a brief and sadly fleeting time span, at least im getting it back somewhat. ive found going to the library to study helps me focus more. im trying to stay offline a little more. its all working for me. i also have a more clear concious because my big secret has been made known to those who should, and this makes me feel better about things. theres the ever-illusive question of who can i con into coming up here and going with me to my winter formal? i have a gorgeous laundry by shelly seigal dress from bloomies that i got for $96.40...cmon can i have a round of applause on that one. by shoes are really sexy and i wish i had sexy feet to put them on but we deal we deal. now all i need is someone to brave the treacherous territory of drunken females and frat boys scurrying about the dancefloor. jgoitz volunteered once upon a time, but i dont know if the brave little toaster will make it up to the knox to see me. surely i can find someone...this WILL NOT be like prom.

i should steal a shark head.

just cause.

angie watson...reaking havock on south carrick 3rd floor since 2006.

i love it.

im making that dang crime log if it kills me.

oh damn...i hope it doesnt.

"thats joanns fabrics now."-kelley