7:09 pm

it's my last hurrah, my sven song or what have you...well at least a second to last hurrah

half of my friends will have up and gone by friday, the last day of fresher year. i would say so long and thanks for all the fish but is quite unoriginal of me and rather un-veggi-ish as well...

again i find myself at a loss for words, how does one exactly describe the sheer elation one feels while procrastinating by cruising around town and dancing crazily, or the disgust and slight amusement when burwell pulls out the ol' tub of ketchup with ladel and lots of little surprises embedded in the red saucy concotion from people dropping bits of lettuce or cheese or skin cells, or the fervor of football games, or realising that you've met some great people just in time to have to say goodbye for the next three moonths?

but as it is still exam-a-cram-o-rama time for me i shant get too sappy yet, i really do need my eyes as un-red and un-puffy as possible for essay writing tomorrows...instead i will leave you with a fully realistic, completely undoctored picture of me that is in no way related to a class here...

if you haven't picked up the sarcasm then, yes indeed, this awas taken when i was a rebellious young shaker and i joined a renegade geurilla force in the plateaus of minnesota