there's no pictures of me with my seventh grade cardigan and messy braid and no make-up. my mother doesn't take pictures on wednesday.

I feel like I've wasted three days watching west wing and cutting up show shirts.
I'm tired of watching snow plows through my window.
I still have little incentive to go to school though.
It's almost february and everyone knows that's a disgusting month.


we called emerson and they have all of my applications. I still haven't heard back from mark. I hope he isn't heartbroken.


i saw a video on the morning news today of a "space walk". the astronauts on the space shuttle were out, floating around on their steel tethers, installing a very unobstrusive space probe. and i sat there imagining if one of them got loose, and started drifting off, inertia taking over and no life-line to clutch. only enough oxygen left for a few minutes, they'd be left a floating corpse, drifting off into oblivion. taken in by some celestial gravity, if they survived the atmosphere burn-off, they'd plummet into some foreign planet. cradle and all.
hell of a earthling greeting card.

anyway, astronauts probably don't have very good senses of humor. the ol' snake in a can wouldn't go over well with nasa, and russians don't like knock-knock jokes.



ash @ 7:32 PM