i resisted giving him a chin mole.

bad morning. good evening. bad afternoon. good night.

the scary part is that i didn't really
even procrastinate this time.

i don't plan on sleeping in
(or sleeping even).

my photosynthesizing babies live on a window sill
overlooking monterrey bay.

i made a pear tea/soup. my mom would make it for me when i got sick.
i am developing this tendency to throw lavender into everything i eat.

hooray for sleeping at 5 am.
"nations dream of being free"

i was mesmerized by this painting at open studios.
people are so talented. klimt and egon would be proud.

boo was sitting next to the lavender outside the door.
i let him come into our house to visit.
he walked into our room and jumped onto the bed.
(he's the provost's cat who often takes naps in the library).

today, i beheld the skull of a great blue heron. it was so perfect.
it was also fragile & some parts crumbled onto my sleeve.

the panic of my three anthro papers is about to hit me soon.
like me, many others have chosen to barricade themselves
at the library tonight. the lights mysteriously all turned off.

i'm in the school newspaper again! i was cornered on a bridge
and got interviewed. now my photo and blurb about
why the UC is going downhill is featured on the current
issue of CITY ON A HILL PRESS!

it's that time of the quarter again
(open studios).

it's intriguing to stand next to strangers
and listen in to what they say about your troll bridge.

"maybe mops is acting weird because
he senses a natural disaster coming"
later that day....

so it begins.

gadja eyeberries.

i look forward to each morning when i water my plants.
sometimes, it's my incentive to get up.

there is something so satisfying about growing things from a seed.
how a little speck of dust comes to life with some liquid and brightness.
pushing it's way up through the dirt to greet the world.

i am currently growing:
1) forget-me-nots 2) johnny jump up violas
3) a strawberry plant from massachusetts
4. rainbow coleus
5) cascade of color lobelias
^i planted it in a trader joe's refried beans can^

dead deer and dears.

surrounded by thawing cadavers,
we scrubbed the anatomy floor with toothbrushes.
questionable yellow and red stains on the waxy floor.
O the scents that were breathed in.

alas,

lavender brownies, emily's photo show,

champagne, planting flowers.
watercolors. wine.
`*`*`*`*`used to contain honey lemon ginger echinacea juice.

i transferred pretty lithic rocks, that could be used
to make stone tools, such as obsidian,
into new boxes. they were so shiny & perfect.
(i put a small one in my pocket...)

will held my bucket of fungus,
kala held my sailing shield poster board,
i held the troll bridge, eric played his accordion.
(amelie & pan's soundtrack)
it was nighttime, we marched.
a procession through the woods.