aralia

Just met with the Chicken Lady again. Maybe i should stop calling her that, since it looks like i'm going to be living with her.

I love my dorm room. It is so. . . mine. I love that about it. What i don't love about it is that i have to move out every time i turn around, it seems.

I have been living in the future lately, big time. Escapism. I have been thinking about how J is going to Japan in the fall, and then i wil lgo inthe spring, and then we will come home and eventually graduate, and then we will get married and probably move back to Japan and there's a living happily ever after in there somewhere. That's the idea anyway, the daydream into which i escape from my daily responsibilities.

What do you feel like telling me about you? What do you want me to know? Let's hear it. . .

Addition: I should really, really not go to see J right now. It is an hour there and an hour back. I have to be in class tomorrow at 8:30. I have to write a short paper tonight and should do some reading too. I tell myself all this repeatedly, so why do i still think i will go? Because i know how easily i give in to temptation that's why. . .