it is the loose ends with which men hang themselves -- zelda fitzgarld
i want it to be thanksgiving.
i want time to be with my self.
i want time to read and do my work
friday night was ring night. it was really a lot of fun. thank god someone in my group could do math because two history majors and a lit major has a tendency to be scared for calc. the firsties sent us from one of campus to the other thirteen times. and for the first six one of them was following us with all of our ring in a box hand cuffed to his wrist. there was a lot of giggleing at dinner. why the dean of students had to sit with us i dont know. we had mascots of our goup cinderlla barbie and her date mulder, to whom we did some really pervy things with. the firsties sang to us and at the end of the "we love you first years song" they sang we love you macon. it was really cute. there was a party in the room afterward. nothing will ever bet scrubs and coctails.
yesterday i had a tour at nine am for a guy in the devolpment office. it was a really fun tour. it was me, this alumni from the class of 1960 and her husband and a guy who i looked up recently and is the ceo of wallmart. the tour was going really well until i caught my heel on the hem of my coat and fell down. he left me presents this morning though. i got a biography on zelda fiztgarld and gift card for the bookstore.