the only reason i woke up this morning was to put on that dress.
it's navy blue.

class, then advising. I had picked out the classes I loved, voice and shakespeare, I'm in drawing and rendering. health and wellness. I want chorus so badly, I want to sing again.
I'm trying to explain my life to my advisor while she eats her lunch off a styrafoam tray. she hands me three flowsheets and doesn't understand the honors requirements. lit sequence, I tell her. lab science. call me crazy, I say, but I'd love a voice and diction class. she assumes a british accent and makes a joke about art theory; we laugh over sixteen and a half credits.

I come back and kate still feels terrible about the hairspray incident, all apologies. I clean on the phone, one handed. all I want to do is sleep but it's sunny and 65, and I feel pale and guilty. I'm craving hummus, after last night, and I meet aimee for lunch. I stock up on pink lemonade because, again, it's beautiful. she has a test so I walk her back to her door, the perfect boyfriend, she laughs. I share a blanket with mike and emily on the knoll, we discuss snickerdoodles and dirty words. frisbee in my sundress, suddenly it's spring and I'm in college. the sun was still shining at 5:30.

dinner with trays sideways, to fit everyone. I'm in bright blue, green, yellow, orange-red. I have two hours; I fall asleep with the light on again and wake up startled. I forget to call dad. I change for the show and get locked out again, I meet up with jill and colleen and damien fish. there's a dance like in highschool, the same awful music, but I dance this time. gay boys everywhere, selling hot-pink raffle tickets for ipods. my very first drag show.

there were so many bad jokes tonight.

ash @ 2:12 AM