what isn't happening? today i scratched up the wooden floors of my 'room' really badly, moving my futon from one side to another. i have no idea whether this is something i could get 'in trouble' for, but i think that the floors in the house are generally kinda scratched up, and maybe we can buy some finish and be martha for a day when it gets warmer so as to open the doors/not die of toxic fumes. my internet STILL doesn't work, and i still don't really have the time or patience to call toshiba or roadrunner, so that's just going to suck for a few days more/max. i had a huge scare yesterday due to someone's huge blind oversight, but it turned out to be a complete false alarm, while still completely threatening my concept of self and morality, obligations, good skin, stuff. the way i write these days is very monotone. and so, and so, and so...

these days i'm accoutred with all the best in telephone and discman technology and i still walk around with an overly echo-y and daydreaming head. and my cell phone ring, ring #7, is the kind of song that i always almost hear in the background. lisa b. and i are in really similar situations right now, and kind of hating it. at the same time we wonder whether this isn't what we really want - but clearly what we want most is...just to be happy. whereas i feel kind of sick and unhappy if i think about it too much, and poke my nose in my bulkpack again. today we learned about APV, sherlock holmes, and i slept through that other class. and i'm dropping the other one. picked a bad time to be in love...

BYOJ (bring your own juice) party very soon! probably friday. mmmm.