The sounds of the soccer game I abandoned as fan come through my open window. It is past midnight and still the game continues. There are, contrary to my roommates opinions, disadvantages to living across the street from the soccer field. Still it keeps me awake, thankfully, I have too much to do to waste it on sleep tonight.

I was a little unwise with my afternoon, spending it playing frisbee, taking walks, eating spaghetti with girls from my hall, and catching up with a couple people I love and never get to see.

Words plague me. They always have. I am fascinated by them and disgusted by them. They affect me deeply, maybe sometimes too deeply. I shouldn't listen to them so much, but I do.

My legs are shaking. I am in bed and still they shake. I think it's weakness, the kind of shaking legs do when they climb a very tall mountain and they get to the top, only to find that the body to which they belong is weak and lightheaded. That's how I feel. That is how tired I am.

Last night I went to a lecture on Franklin Delano Roosevelt, ie. god of the southern democrat. It was actually quite good, the speaker was intelligent and lively and a little bitter about the conservative agenda. One friend sat on one side of me watching my handwriting, which she loves, and another sat on the other side of me drawing, which I love; I don't know what he was watching. We were an observant assembly, the three of us. The lecture counted for a couple points of extra credit. Yes.



Things I'm excited about this week:

• Church
• The Living Room
• Being one week closer to the end of this semester (only to take a week off and begin right back again).
• Being friends with people.
• Maybe going to an art museum in Chattanooga on Saturday. I've been meaning to go all year, but the weather looks nice this weekend, and I'm itching to get out of Cleveland, and I only have one paper [!] due next week.
• Creative writing (Every few months I determine in my mind that I'll get serious about creative writing and every few weeks my determination gets waylaid by other serious determinations. I should set smaller goals. By the way, my word collection is growing.)
• Eating good food. I've been eating corn chips and spinach and black beans and carrot sticks and peanut butter and jelly on whole-wheat for the past two weeks. This poorman's diet gets old. But this poorman isn't getting any richer. . .
  
• Having a really good quiet time. A friend showed me a place that has practice rooms with real windows and tuned pianos: I hide out there often, though not so much this past week.
  
• Flowers.
  
• Danica and Nancy coming home. I've missed having a tie with home.
  

Things I am not excited about this week:

• Deciding once and for all how many credits I need to take in order to graduate. Nobody here has answers and I'm not sure who to ask; no one wants to deal with transfer students because they're difficult.
• Catching up on all the homework that's been piling beside my bed, waiting for an opportunity to be done.
• Looking for a summer job.
• Officially saying I won't be an RA next semester.
• Working on my portfolio--it's seems such a waste to work on something as a means to an end, when the end is not really something I want to do.
• Figuring out what it is I really want to do.