Sorry it's like this

Scene: It's Spring Break and the campus is empty. I'm sitting across the table from Rachel in the Science Journal Reading Room in the UGLi right next to the windows in nice, cushy chairs. The dude who I once thought was homeless, but found out is a professor is outside three stories below us playing his harmonica like the world would end without it. Listening to Jem on the i-pod [so dubbed c-pod], feeling the burn from the morning's work out in a nice and fabulous fashion.


The list of things I want to do in life never changes that much. The past few days, with all of the BTK things in the headlines, made me think about how I used to really want to do forensic work. Eventually, I'm sure I'll end up doing some sort of law--one way or another. It's too intriguing to pass up.

Today, we talked about how nice it'd be to live out in the middle of nowhere so that you could run through the woods every day. I suppose you really don't need to be in the middle of nowhere to do that, especially in Michigan, but it'd be nice to live like that for a while.

That book Cowboys Are My Weakness by Pam Houston--love love love. It reminds me of that--living freely with a dog where it's green and green, then more green.


But. I suppose I should do that whole studying thing--since we're off to Madtown in a day or two. Details to still be ironed out...