And we're watching your kind -- we've been taking your minds.
News: UConn for sure next year, and I'll let you imagine my self-pitying moan about staying in this godforsaken state and all, because it's getting to be downright trite. So, I bought a sage green hoodie at orientation and promptly got it stained with fresh raspberry juice. Bring on the stair remover. I digress. I'm going to at least try to graduate in two years by taking two summer terms. Annnd get a year-round apartment, either in August, January, or May. Depends.
And, while I would usually rattle off some condensed version of my latest and greatest misadventures, I'll instead leave this: my mother is trying to plan an impromptu vacation for my family in San Francisco/Yosemite. (Though, in the words of Sartre, "other people are hell," and I have reasonable proof that this philosophical gem applies specifically to one's immediate family... well, let's just hope I'll make it.)
So, despite my naive optimism that this fall's term would take me to UC Berkeley, I suppose my prophecy may come true to some extent. As in, I shall possibly be at the golden gate within a 365 days of October 3rd, 2006.
P.S. I really miss the Clark party scene! So, clubbing, anyone? Dance parties with dress codes and cocktails?