all i really want to do, guys, is sleep my remaining weeks of the quarter away in the eternal sunshine.  (my mind, for the media-reference-inferring-curious, seems to be far from spotless.  how kitsch, anyway) 
and for the record, and, better yet, for the oft-un-inquiring masses, there are sacred things out there, they just seem to be fairly specialized.  my advice to you, dearheart(s), is this: produce and trade and never break eye contact.  oh yeah, and be jinuine.
meine mutter, mi madre, graced the NW with her presence recently and her first reception from these misleading parts was a ruptured eardrum.  and then an ungrateful daughter.  disgraces. 
i have sauna'd four (4) times this week.  itchy, dry, and, if it's true [which it seems to be] that saunas help to rid one's body of toxins, doesn't it seem that the sauna walls [and floors and ceilings and benches, wooden] would be covered in the toxins of others? 
what i need to do is become a polyglot and travel the world, beginning with chiapas and ending with ghana.  well, order is of really no importance but those regions of the world are on my list.  as is columbia, because absence does seem to make at least this little heart grow fonder. 
love and space.
besides realizing, i want you all to go buy a good, wholesome bar of dark chocolate (but it MUST be fair trade or local...oh, you know) and eat it slowly, or quickly, but at the very least you must ENJOY it. 

there was a drag party last night which was quite nice.  i was surrounded by very attractive people of all ages and genders and facial hair styles and vests and skirts and personal beverage choices.
giants, spliffs, noah, etheral, coMo and the like

ha, fooled you. by the title. right? birthdays have come and birthdays have gone. another day, another dollar. another cup of coffee, some more cigarettes, assault by rain and assault by hail, redemption comes in raspberry, inside of a croissant, flexibility comes with play, and temptation comes with literature and its followers.  and i bought a typewriter yesterday.  circa 1935.  fuck you, planned obsolecense.  didn't get your clutches on that one, did ya?  cupcakes at 2 in a dorm.  alex lives in b dorm and plays the banjo, but doesn't have one currently; they're too heavy.  the eggs were warm later on, but i got one earlier, so mine was cold.  and there was no mustard, though how i would have transported it in time, and space, to the place and point of the consumption of the egg is beyond me, due in part to my stance against disposable commodities.  waste waste waist waste waist waste.
inclusivity. 
tbc, maybe.  oh, whatever

molly seems to have escaped me, yet again.  for the best, maybably.  now i'm drinking juice tea and marveling at how well sheer things keep the warmth in...given the proper conditions.  there seems to be a recording on this computer of nirvana performing at the evergreen state college community radio station, kaos, in 1987.
my question to you, today, dearheart, is this: why not be happily confused?  sell your cleverness on the black market, go find some bewilderment to purchase...better yet, go bewilderment hunting in the forest, and come back and talk to me...or not.  just enjoy yerselves.  [a shoutout to svetlio]
the comforting grey blanket returns.  it's good to feel secure after a few days of wild abandon.
my boots are back.  property is theft but, man, am i glad that those boots decided to join me for a few more travels, trials, tribulations.
what are you doing today?  oh, you're reading?  but you haven't decided what books to read?  may i kindly make a suggestion, or two? 
"das parfum: die geschichte eines moerdes" by patrick sueskind
OR
"hearing trumpet" by leonora carrington

the quality of the sky at night in the northwest is really quite astounding.  the towering trees are hedged with just the slightest bit of blue at the tips, which fades into a [hazy shade of winter] deep shade of nighttime.  the midwest, i feel, is nowhere near as crisp.  it is also nowhere near the ocean.  or the cascades.  none of those, however, are intended as value judgements of any kind; simply statements that i've come to realize more accurately as i orient myself geographically within my newfound state. 
i can now speak with some degree of accuracy (despite how skewed by elements of shock) that the northern pacific waters in january, shoes or not,  are quite frigid.  the shoes were merely sharp rock and razor clam precautions. 
as the sky progressively darkens i am reminded again of the reading assigned to me and co. by martha and co. for tomorrow.  problems?  the wind.  (bitch, bitch, bitch...) real world globalization (put out by the lovely dollars and sense collective, and missing the last 20 words in article 20 of the newest edition) happens to be in my room at the mudhaus, and i'm on campus at evergreen.  besides a brief reading my only obligation tonight, pseudo in a sense though very much a promise, is to meet ma'dear after the working hours of 8:30pm.  upon typing this snafu of mine out, as well as a glance at the clock, makes me think that i should really just suck it up and ride home.  and then back.  and then home again a bit later.  i'm sure that i could borrow a car but, then again, who would drive it?  i'm quite pleased, from a moral perspective, that i allowed my license to expire.  sunday, in fact, was my last allotted driving day which turned out to be quite anticlimatic, seeing as i stayed home all day reading "the death of ramon gonzalez".  quite right, quite right.  17:59 and at 14% power.  that give me 2 1/2 hours to be back here.  and if the ride there is 20 minutes and the ride back is 20 minutes, then, well, it looks to me as if i'll have about 1 hour and 50 minutes for everything that doesn't include me riding my bike.  so there you have it, folks.  cold as fuck and i'm dedicated.  to my social life.  or to feeling alive.  or at least to abiding by the law.  i could smoke...mmm.  yes....i just might do that. 
oh, how my concise and articulate yet mysterious posts have spiraled out of my control.  enuf.

howdy howdy.  sickness no more, which has lead to amusing discoveries in their own rights.  and who's to say that they are discoveries at all, except on a very personal front?  they are commonalities in the "game"...game?  of separates becoming a larger whole who continue to be separates.  (a key point in the game so often overlooked.) 
on the school front the enjoyment is presenting itself in sly and quite suave ways.  new challenges designed for no other purpose.  right?  sort of.
beautiful weather this morning...nothing but bluu-uue skyyyyyyyy.....speckled with clouds that have since been bullied out by a monoculture of greydom.  welcome to washington, in all its green splendor.
an interesting tidbit; psilocybe are not native to the pacific northwest.  they are, in fact, native to a small, mountainous region of mexico where, until the 1960's, they were fairly unknown.  wasson, a man (what are qualifiers, anyway?), brought them, the mushrooms, to the american conciousness by way of life, the subscriptable digest.
more later.  go read a good book

the new chapter in my life seems to have stumbled into my lap, befitting for that of a wayfaring homebody.  seeds of change?  methinks, yes.  and props to jean?  who bemoans my lack of mathematical flair, but was quite enjoyable nonetheless.  and my sick boy.  what's a girl to do? 
i did say that i'd read and seen things which i've only thought about reading and seeing.  however, old habits die hard?  and for that matter, and i think i've got to slip into my old skool skin in order to slough that old skin off and start anew.  otherwise my instruction-based compass would be all sorts of out of wack.  do i buy my books now?  wait for the email which i'm fairly certain will come, then at that point scramble for my books, which would only precede a session of whining, due to the fact that i'm underprepared and left with little time to complete...myself?  perhaps an affirmation is in order.  dear readers, please continue to the "goals" section of this lovely little ditty of a blog in order to witness my winter resolutions.  sorry, did you think i meant new year's resolutions?  because you'd be wrong.  you don't suck; you're just suckers.  stop shaving your armpits.  cunt front.

if sex was a drug i think it would be pot because, who got stoned their first time?  but once you do get the hang of it, it's great.  think of the creative possiblities. 

casey and i did a quick car exchange at the airport (the very same one that i last visited with my mom in transit to kris and sarah's, say, 10 years ago?) and i was off in the honda, smelling of the mudhaus and playing the be good tanyas.  what an incredibly right feeling.  as was the light mist, the abundant evergreens, and always with the driving on the left. 
appropriately, i missed my exit.  i think i do that so that i know i have options...subconciously.
and mau greeted me with mouse innards on the bathmat, some flat champagne from new year's eve, and a piping bowl of coconut milk, bean, beet soup.  (oh, you know)
best christmas present of 2007: a 5 pack of wrigley's gum, 3 pieces remaining.  in my stocking.  from my grandmother.  man, i love that girl.
my house is colder inside than it is outside.  grey skies, how i've come to love you! 
hey guys, it's amy's birthday.  call her up or something.  make her feel special. 

lest ye be worried, dear readers, i arrived safely and soundly in columbia, missouri, on christmas day, at approximately 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
and "i wish i could be i wish i could be a little boy like vernie"
i am now an active evergreen student, as far as my email address and online account is concerned.
and my dad is getting a divorce, and moving himself and his 3 kids from chesterfield to shrewsbury for location's sake.
last night paul, spencer, kurt went to the lake with me.  classical guitar abounded.