rain rain rain
well i'm not working until saturday so these next few days are going to be packed with things that aren't me working. including finishing up in my room and hopefully moving down by this weekend, visiting yoodee in boston, the beach if it ever stops raining, and making my beautiful curtains. they are going to match my very red hair pretty well. i haven't really been reading! well, that's not true. i've been reading about sylvia plath, but i think that it might actually be...i don't know...effecting my mind. which is totally silly, but her journal is so intriguing and she is such an excellent and admirable writer and she was so completely unbalanced. if she had been born in my generation she wouldn't have felt to pressured to be married and have a family and she could have pursued what she wanted and not been so alone in motherhood. but i don't think it would have changed her completely. she was a person who was constantly looking for happiness-it never just found her. she was beautiful, smart, and unhappy. she had kept a journal steadily since she was four. is it bad to have a role model who killed themselves? i don't care, i admire her as a person who was real and an incredible writer. the rain is making me sleepy but i'm going to my lesson in a few minutes. continue on with your relaxing summers and don't work too much.