cimorene

school is out in a few weeks, and i'm going to be home. this thought cheers me, though i won't have my ethernet there. if i make two bs this semester, i suppose i can handle that, really.

i don't like it, but i have to acknowledge that i made a choice before the semester began to hold writing as at least as important as classwork, and i have really actually spent more time writing than on all my classwork put together this semester. it's not even as if i'm taking five classes; that's imbalance, folks. a b wouldn't be that bad. [you will get to remind me of this when i get a b.]

anyway, i'm going home, and by the time i get there i'm not going to care any more about grades. summer in alabama is very pretty. there will be roses in bloom, and fresh cilantro for fresh salsa, and earl grey brewed in the sun in glass jars, and laundry hung on the line. there will be boiling hot shade under the bamboo and the pecan and the oak, and clover in the grass, and big patches of sun on the library floor just right for sleeping curled up with my dog in.

i can't wait to go home. mmmmh, domestic happiness.