40 pages?!?

Wow, it's been a busy semester. I am so intimidated- almost fourty combined pages of writing due roughly in two weeks. Slowly gaining clarity of where my life is heading, at least in glimpses. Signed up for the next semester. Procrastinating with Jessie. Eating compulsively. You know, the usual.

My spring schedule:

Mon 9-12 Applied Horticulture
Tue 1-4 Seminar in Reading & Writing: The Socially Engaged Imagination
Wed 9-12 Engaged Buddhism Training II
Thu 3-6 Introduction to Psychology I

Have some of Emily's joy:

"Hmm, I like breathing. Yes, breath. Excellent. I am a minimalist, oh yes. Nothing anihilated, but, conserved, and then squeezedd back into the pitcher to have some good sweet juice for later use. No more abuse toward the constitute. I am like a small stuffed animal, that some little kid spilled kool-aid all over. Like a cyclopse tiger, that thinks she eats bamboo more than monkeys. Bamboozled on the tight-rope, and watching from a distance with a small camcorder and an american spirit sizzling in the strawberry seltzer of someones aunt named Penny, that collects dragon fly wings after the fourth of July. Not much to my suprise, she never hides her wandering eyes, from the skies of whoopie pies ( insert laughter here, and the warm tingling feeling you can feel all over, like the injection one receives before a cat scan)."

Love you all, far more than I express it!