By Laura

laura what is at the end of everything?
the letter g.
love buddy

11.21.04
Why is nothing ever simple for me? I am confused. Today I felt like I could never be normal. I saw unfought battles, problems ahead, people hating me.
I don't remember what was exactly wrong, but there was some dissonance, some discord in the background. Annie Swafford wanted me to drink out of dirty cups, because they were glass. I wanted to drink out of plastic cups that were clean. I tried to show her and convince her the glass cups were dirty and eventually I washed them, but the rotting/fermenting smell stayed.

1.28.05
My last flight to or from Wellesley with all my college luggage in tow. It is a momentous milestone, even though it doesn't seem like a big deal. The end of an era. I have taken this trip so many times, and really I have, especially because I am still young. How often I travel alone.

2.08.05
Anyhoo my clock on my cell phone randomly reset itself to 12:19. I mean it was 7:54 and it just changed to 12:19. That is so bizarre, why would it do that? It seems my watch problem has migrated to cell phones.

2.21.05
Oh yeah I forgot to mention some sad news. I left my window slightly open last night and it got cold so my plant like completely fell over. I was so sad, but I called the greenhouse and the lady seemed to think it might revive itself. But seriously if it doesn't I am gonna have to have a funeral I am so depressed about it.

2.22.05
The greenhouse dude chopped my plant up into many pieces...he says there is a "good chance" that the pieces will root and grow again, but I am depressed over it. It seems like the whole thing was divine retribution for my Friday night...

4.27.05
In Greece
A dream
I was in some sort of very large ship on the ocean. It was a gray and rainy day. We were talking about Russians. Boryana was there. I was trying to ask if the reason Russians were so exceptionally interesting (because we had all agreed that they were) was because of something in their blood or because of their upbringing. We all agreed also that their blood was thick and sugary. I wanted to know if the sugar came from something they ate in Russia or if they were born with it.

5.17.05
So I survived my thesis oral exam. I was surprisingly calm once I got in the room and sat down and started answering questions. The profs definitely ripped my thesis apart, but they were supposed to and it actually didn't bother me that much (apathy I guess). After I had been grilled for an hour they had me leave and then Prof Kohl came to get me and said "Congratulations." They all then proceeded to tell me how they actually really liked my thesis and I had a polished final product and I had "scholarly aptitude." So all in all the experience left me feeling good about myself.
I turned in my orchestra paper at the Anthro party and so yeah I can now say that I AM DONE WITH ALL ACADEMICS FOR MY UNDERGRADUATE CAREER! It is a weirdass feeling I must say.
Well I am off to an orchestra gathering at Neal's house today...should be veeerrrry interesting.