i eat the rose and the dirt it grows in

12:42 p.m. x 2005-02-28

WHOOOAAAA.

kay...

so. i went to gym, gym-woman says "no gym today", so i trudge up to the library, and i sit down and get on the shippensburg university psych website, which is so fun (!!!).

and i get the feeling...i am definitely being watched. this guy at the other computer is seriously staring at me. that's all right, i'm cool. then he looks over at my awesomely aformentioned without conscience book and he says "i was just recommended that book! are you reading it for a report?" and i say "no, that's just me" and i say, i want to be a criminal psychologist after high school and he says, whoa, that's what he's getting his masters in.

so i ask, where do you go? and he says: shippensburg.

you with me? isn't this crazy?

so we talk about all manner of psych-ness. he's the juvenile probation officer at the euphemistic brick hell of school and he thinks i have FANTASTIC COMMAND OF THE LANGUAGE.

si, senor, siii.

i needed a boost like that.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11