lately the only emotion i can simplify things to is nausea. finals are upon me & i'm not sure i'll make it. (Kind of like how I didn't make it last semester...barely.) im ready and nervous for summer, the flexibility generality associated with my age is turning into more of a curse. i've no stability. no guaranteed home. no place to settle down, but that's largely new college's fault. it's funny, i don't totally regret coming here... but i wish i had taken a break in between or. or something. the plans for summer consist of prague (finally!) (but alone) and maybe a summer zine of sorts? Hopefully ryan has a place by then so I don't have to be 3 or 4 hours away instead of 1 (or none). Things are working in general though. A lot to be done this summer, and hopefully I'll have the motivation to do so. To be totally honest, I'm afraid of what I may do once school is out. There's projects I've in mind, but in general there will be little schedule or casual social encounters to motivate me. Keeping in touch is my weakest attribute. Maybe my friends will do it for me. ha.

if you're a friend and you still read this defunct thing, you should say something & we'll figure out something to keep us both busy this summer.