Sunshine in April

I went home two weekends ago and had my hair highlighted.

It's not too crazy at all. I wish it were crazier - but this appeals to the masses. Goooooood.

A conversation back home with L.

I had been painting L's closet over the summer with the promise that I would finish by winterbreak.

L: L is petite and easily aggravated but also constantly on the verge of a good laugh Hey you're going to have to repaint the clouds because when I draw them they look really flat.

K: Upon arriving in the room with the painted closet, points to the cloud on the far left Wait, that one's good. It's even got the right colors of shading and everything!

L: Yeah. That's cuz you drew that one!

Oh my memory is like trying to get free wireless on a roadtrip - spotty when it's there otherwise completely nonexistant.

Photoproject to do list:

Lawyer (DONE)

Teacher (DONE)

Artist (DONE)

Office worker (DONE)

Author (DONE)

Mother (Need 1 more vertical picture)

Scientist (Need 1 more vertical picture)

Dancer (1 more vertical/1 more horizontal)

Investment Banker (NEED 3)

Tennis player (NEED 3)

Doctor (NEED 3)

Criminal (May need to re do whole thing???)

All due next week.

There will be a mad scramble to finish. I can see it already.... I have to come up with a cover page idea.

Title : Horoscopes

Sub: Life after Harvard....

Speaking of life after Harvard, Y has been trying to decide what to do. I shouldn't give an opinion on the matter. At what point do peoples' lives become so intertwined that they can offer opinions that will influence each others' future?

I was leafing through the Psets for my Statistics class.

100.....98....94.....88? Oh, sucks to be that person.... 100, 100....95... wait where's mine?

I went back to the beginning and looked closer. Turns out I was the 88er.

Not that I think an 88 is a terrible grade (I've done worse) but the fact that I had a "sucks to be that person" moment when that person turned out to be me was almost more than I could take. It's similar to when you're walking through the mall and you walk by one of those annoying kiosks sitting in the middle of the road of the mall with a woman hawking her overpriced wigs. Except this kiosk happens to also have a mirror acting as a wall upon which all the wigs are placed to the right or left. As you walk by trying to avoid eyecontact with the woman wearing a bright red wig of her own, you sneak a peek at the mess of wigs behind her. Much to your surprise you also catch a glimpse of ...yourself. Not to say my reaction to that occurrence is also Oh sucks to be that person. Usually it's something along the lines of Who's that girly boy? or She has my hairstyle! or Dude it's a tall asian. But the general feeling of not recognizing yourself (or your work) is the same.

This is getting lengthy so I'm going to roll over and sleep. I've been waking up at 8 am only to fall asleep until thirty minutes before class starts. Why do people insist on doing such useless things?