cimorene

i foresee, in the near future, getting over my irrational fear of bad grades, because i will fear studying more than i fear the censure of even my favorite (well. 2nd favorite) professors! (advisor: *writes "good"* me: eep! not "very good"?)

i wonder why dean pompous wanted an appointment with me today, k'sal? --you know, they seem to think that, like, people on the internet aren't REAL people. fuck them. i may, however, continue seeing the psychologist-shrink to chat with her. have not yet told her about slash (heh heh), but perhaps it will be time soon. can shock her! yay! she can add the "trying to live up to expectations" thing for my dad into one of those complexes where you will die if you don't get attention. ahem. whatever THAT'S called.

one week--just one more bloody week, one greek quiz, one paper returned, one load of laundry--going home friday, to see favorite aunt and uncle AND the lovely DA-JI, MOMMY and LILLY-CHAN--i can *do* this.

note to aubry: i figured we'd have to hang up soon anyway, and lisa's bf called right after, and, you know. will email you today. kisses.