another day done. quick little writting exercise before i go off to take a bath and slumber away the night.

just finished my self assesment essay for columbia college. it's crazy, but i kinda liked writting it. i thought it would be hard and evil and at certain parts in the evening it was, but not as mind-wrenchingly annoying as writing usually is for me. maybe i am just getting better at writing schlocky graduate school mumbo jumbo or i just don't really care any more. or maybe for the first time in a while i am cutting my writing some slack. most of the time i wrote stuff at northwestern, it was this huge, painful extrapolation of words. the first hour would be spent writing the first three sentences 10 times over. then i would move on to the body of the article and write and write and write and then panic as i thought everything i just wrote doesn't go together or make sense. then i would berate myself for getting myself into this writting situation again and then i would tell myself i would never write again. finally, i would come to my sense and finish the article/paper and be happy with it. guess old age does make you wiser. or maybe i realize there are bigger things to worry about.

found out my friend chris is getting married. she was one of the few people that i would never thought that happening to, but hell, i was wrong. i remember a couple years ago she called me and said she met, "THE GUY!!!" i was completely floored and totally skeptical. i rolled my eyes as i listened to her talk about how this was it and he was the one and he was moving up to be with her. and now two to three years later, she was right. i guess i wonder does everyone have this moment of knowing? i thought i had that with jef. i really thought he was it and i was wrong. maybe some people aren't created for ephipanies. maybe i am one of them. who knows.

bath time. must get a rubber ducky sometime in the future to make baths more fun. then i can pretend i am ernie or bert and sing the rubber ducky song. wouldn't my neighbors love that?