||[Feb. 17th, 2007|05:45 pm]
I don't really have anything to say about how I don't want to write my thesis, except that I don't.
And I'm hella good at avoiding it. Maybe better than anyone else, ever.
I'm wearing a sundress, wearing short term memories of the warm sun, promising spring. I bought hella junk food at the used food store. It made me want to go home to the farm, where food doesn't come from dented boxes. I sat by the fire and watched the stars last night, in the yurt that lives in my back yard. Fell asleep and woke up to breakfast in bed. I am the richest girl in the world, I always feel like that lately. My hair smells like wood smoke and my skin smells like lemon verbena soap. Played with a little child I've known since infancy last night, and he is growing up fast and fearless, jumping from things he used to just gaze up at. Everyone is growing up fast, especially me.
It took me an hour to walk from one end of Eliot to the other Thursday night. So many friends here. Hard to believe I spent so many years plotting dropping out, transferring, getting away...
If I never finish my thesis, they can never make me leave.