Ok, I'm admitting it here that a pretty voice will catch my attention, even if the lyrics are godawful and the music is not quite up to ... current standards. This explains my interest in Ari Hest--it doesn't hurt that he was tall and attractive and very polite, even though he was a bit quiet. I must say, I love doing signings at work.

The more time I spend thinking about what I really want to do, the more I think that grad school may actually be in my future [we're thinking the next 2-5 years]. I have an appointment where I want to talk about what the whole grad school thing would be like--I need to go into the office hours of another of my professors that has to do with the admissions of the MFA program here at UofM.

Tonight, when I ran outside to make a phone call during Matching Mania, I ran into a friend. He's either going to be moving to Stanford or Columbia quite soon--which made me think about that Stanford dream of mine. They have a fabulous creative writing program--so I think I might bust it up and look more into their program, see what would get me in.

First, I need to get out of Michigan. I need to just... roam. For a while, not sure how long. It'd be nice if I could just win the lotto--or if that stupid telemarketer/scam thing that keeps calling me were actually true. They called today to say that I was at the top of the priority list to get a grant from the United States government. Yeah, if only life were that easy. Five grand. What the fuck, right? Five grand... everything that you could [and I would] do with that. Fuck.


I've spent a lot of the day listening to music. Just stuff from high school. It's funny how it can take you back, like old journal entries. Whoops.