:: Thursday, September 12, 2002 ::

"Celebrate we will, because life is short but sweet for certain..." (DMB)

My last entry was yesterday's sentiments, which should probably have never been unearthed. Today has been light and flavorful... not enough to intoxicate, but sufficient for sunlit walks, breeze stirring Herbal Essenced hair. I'm going to drop one of the offending classes; I can feel the stress melting.
At the bidding of Dr. Sheafer, our entire Social Psych class of 20-something took a ride in the new elevator (yeah, at the same time). The experience was frightening and hilarious and exhilarating, particularly when the elevator broke. So maybe I do love psychology.
Today's the perfect day for lying on the floor, watching sunlight rush through the blinds and flirt with our Wall 'o Hats...... for playing flag football with black war-paint and pigtails...... for soaking in Dave Matthews with peanut-butter-fudge ice cream...... for knowing that I could hug the world if only my arms were a little longer.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 3:51 PM :: + ::