  I have less than a week to go. Spring quarter is just about done and although I'll be back here in just a couple weeks, it'll be nice to have a little window of Me-time. I can get up and go running every day... do some reading... watch a few movies... maybe write some music.
It's too bad that my grades this quarter are going to be the worst EVER but this has just been a super-crazy emotional quarter for me... If you're anything like me (and I know I am) you know that anything worth pondering is worth pondering WELL. That is a major weakness of mine... call it worrying or daydreaming or whatever you want, but to me it's all the same. A major mental/emotional undertaking can replace all other potential thoughts and make it Oh-so-hard for me to get anything done. Will Ferrell as Harry Caray; "If you had to choose between gettin' mad cow disease and being the top scientist in your field, which would you pick? " Jeff Goldblum, trying not to laugh: "Well of course I would choose to be the top scientist in my field..." Ferrell: "Oh, thank goodness. I was afraid you'd choose mad cow. " Goldblum: "Why would you think that? " Ferrell: "I guess I'm just a worrier... that's why my friends call me Whiskers.
" I guess I'm just a worrier. Call me Whiskers, folks. Here's some random romantic poetry to pass the time. "Arranged Marriage" That grainy home video will never do justice to the shy face I kissed that day in April. I was only six, but I'll remember your eighth birthday party forever and the way you giggled, blushed, and kissed me back while my mom snapped the picture I still keep in my wallet. "I like you more than candy or toys or fun" was my attempt at a balcony scene and I'll never forget the way you smiled, with your eyes, when I reached through the open car window and handed you the drooping bouquet of violets that matched your dress.
The few times I've seen you since then, I think of that day and wonder if you remember the flowers. When I looked up just now and saw you ordering your coffee I just knew mine was bound to get cold. Hi, how are you, what a surprise! (I'm six again) Remember that picture your mom always kept on the piano? You know, the one of you in your ballet shoes? No really, I think it's adorable. You still bite the corner of your lip whenever I say something sweet... At six I didn't really notice, but I realize now how much I love that.
You're so graceful, even now, without the shoes... and it blows my mind that the prettiest girl I ever knew is still all by herself in this world. Yeah, my coffee's cold. So what. 
