11 may 1999
10:07pm
i am psychic, i am done.

i am done. i'm done! i am done done done done done! one more time, i am

done.

i finished (what i could of) my calculus final around 9:30pm, and came home to bask in this feeling. how delightful does this sound: i have no more work to do this semester. it's music to my ears, and to my brain, and to my heart, and to my soul. this is so good.

i have 3 full days to do nothing but frolic (and pack) if that's what i choose to do. i will spend time with my friends, love them and appreciate them and let them know they will be missed over the summer. i will spend time with myself, let me catch up on missed sleep, finish the book i started awhile ago, listen to lots of music to put me in all sorts of moods, go to philadelphia to thrift store shop and sit in a coffee shop and love the people walking past me. that sounds like a plan to me.

last night david and i tested our psychic abilities. we held cards up to each other's foreheads, and you had to see if you could tell what the card on your forehead was. and guess what?! we're both psychic! we both got the card right on our very first guess! the 2 of hearts will forever be dear to me, as will the 8 of spades for david. we tried a couple more after that, and while we never hit them right on again, we were usually very close. i thought that we had gotten a bit too confident after that first card and were therefore not thinking well enough. then the notion came up that maybe we weren't actually seeing the card ourselves, but, like identical twins can sometimes do, we were communicating the cards to each other. so the next one i held up to david's head i thought about really hard, to try to broadcast to him the image of the card. well, okay, so he didn't get it, but as usual, was close (we decided that david's psychic abilites have a margin of error of plus or minus 2).

packing is a daunting task right now. all packing really is is a constant, steady reminder of leaving. but also of having to come back. i have so much shit in my room, i just don't know how i accumulate it all. i realize that i'm quite the pack rat. i always have been. in my room at home, i have binders full of notes that val and annie and i wrote to each other in junior high. i like stuff. i like the memories associated with the stuff.
packing is also tough since, next year, for the first time ever, i'm living on the right side of the tracks. therefore i would like to put all of my stuff in that dorm instead of this one, but i don't think that's going to happen. i'll just have to figure out a way to get it all over there in august or september (? i don't know when classes begin).

i'm hanging out with friends tonight, some of whom i haven't seen for about 2 weeks now. i hate when that happens, especially because it would be so easy to make the effort to see each other. afterall, this is a tiny campus. but, we get caught up in our own worlds and only talk when we run into each other. that's something i'd like to work on changing next year. especially because it will be our last year together.

10:42pm

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