It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

I got up at 8:15 this morning and did ALL of my journals for Swiss Lit, after having finished the reading last night. I am inexplicably proud of myself for this. I was probably more prepared for class today than I have been the whole term. At the end of class I got my paper back--B/B+ ain't too bad a way to start off the weekend, I'd say. I just don't want to read the comments. But Eva gave us Swiss chocolate during class, and I saw that it was good. Mmmmm food.

Be quiet, stomach.

After class I got a chocolate rose from Theo in my mailbox. Awwwww! OH And my Dad (Yes, LEON the ever-sentimental) sent me a huge plush elephant in the mail. With a letter. From the elephant. I think he's getting lonely... Maybe I should mail his birthday card, since his birthday was last week. *hangs her head in shame*

I chatted briefly with Corwin about folkdancing at Tapestry and Kampa about the show tonight in front of Sayles. Then I had to go to the doctor. And I rode on the transit and listened to nice conversations over the CB, [ {in a thick northern minnesota accent} "So this lady the other day put in two tokens for her and her little guy; I don't really know how to describe her, but she's got a free ride coming to her..."] and saw where Terry from Burton dining hall lives, and met some kids from stolaf and hid in my scarf. Once I got there, everything went pretty smoothly, or at least as smoothly as things can go when one has to deal with that crinkly oversized paper-towel of a "lap-cover" (Oh how I miss the pillow cases of the Emma Goldman clinic...) and I always feel a little like I'm having a baby when they whip out the stirrups. But then I just leave with a pat on the back and no baby. I did find out that two boys from school have UTIs, though, and I chatted with a nice older lady whose husband picked her up in a red hot-rod, and I got some reading done for class because our book is SCIENCE. I have apparently re-lost the weight I gained in Mali. Boo.

But at least now I have a funny conversation to have with Theo. AND I found out that the sad boy's name is Patrick, that he is a sophomore, and that he goes to the same doctor as I do!

I got off at econofoods to pick up some apples and things, and ate one on the way home. My hand was freezing by the time I reached Colwell, so I stopped in to warm it up. Boys were playing video games, of course, but Seth talked to me for a while. Then when I left again I was outside Casa and heard the distinct thudding and laughter that announces an oncoming group of runners. I ran into the mulch just in time to escape being trampled by the St. Olaf Cross Country team. I was walking in the bushes with my head down, and then I hear one of the runners say "Hey, it's Allison Spies!" I looked up in time to see the tail end of a blur of golden uniforms and what appeared to be the face of Graham Mcalister whose mom was the librarian at my high school. I didn't think he went to St. Olaf, but maybe he does... I was always kind of jealous of him because he did crafty things like make a lawn chair out of mountain dew cans and sew his own prom vest, and because his mom said he had "shapely hips" which I didn't get until college, pretty much. I never told him about that conversation with his mom...

I was happy to come home to Suzy, but no Sierra! :( And Toff was gone because of Suzy's allergies, but he was here this morning. Now it is definitely dinner time and then tonight we're headed to the cow for some fun: Sir Isaac Newton and his Royal Funk Orchestra. It is going to be fantastic.

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At dinner tonight, the guys at the next table over were talking about "Dude, this new porno video game" with "naked girls and stuff." I saw Suzy smirking, so I knew she'd heard it too, so I said, "So I know what I want for Christmas..." I may laugh now, but if it were me and that game in solitary confinement, I wouldn't have too many qualms about checking it out. I'm actually kind of curious...

Allison

P.S. If you are Jacob, that boy from the clinic today whose mom was talking about the girl with mono from your cosmology class, I'm sorry. It'll be easier to deal with when you're older and your little brother's "attitude problem" turns into conspiratorial fraternal compassion. Good luck to you both.

And good luck to the Transit system, because I understand how busy you are, really.

A fruit salad friday at 5:17 p.m.