don't think you knew you were in this song

well, my primary mentor has not emailed me back. it's been over a week, and i emailed her twice. i think i should never do anything unconventional again, because there's one good thing conventionality has going for it: known opperating procedures, and an eagerness to appease its consuming masses.
um.

dropping out of school is sounding really tastey right now.

and
i'm leaving to visit SUNY New Paltz/my grandma tomorrow morning. hoorah. three days off spent in pergatory, then butt raped by work once again. do i really wonder why I only have 2,700 of the 10,000 words i should have written... actually written? meh.

The Bean is my saving grace. she keeps me in line.

and i wish i was something else.

somewhere else.