ever since it occurred to me at AU how "patriotic" this blog looks (which was the last thing on my mind when i chose these colors) i've felt dissatisfied. i should redesign it but inspiration is off doodling somewhere, or wasting its time patting albert brooks' sweaty forehead. bah.
i'm home! i'm still in my nightgown! yes i own a nightgown! it's huge and white and has a picture of a blissful redheaded reclining girl surrounded by stuff with the caption, Princess of Quite a Lot. indeed sometimes that feels all-too-apt.
today i'm supposed to pack cuz tomorrow off i swing to swatland to drop off the nonessential majority of what will compose my room. i have mixed feelings about this returning to dorm thing. perhaps this indicates that i am regressing, or that i will have a flashback-like mixed fall semester. come of think of it, my fall semesters have simply not measured up to my springs. i need something concrete to look forward to. that's what i need.

the best part of the last week that i inadvertantly left out in my swift recounting was hamlet on the beach with ben and his father. ben had lugged his imposing yale shakespeare. ben's dad was trying to sleep. i was curled up with aimee mann. he disturbed us both, his request for a salon sufficiently absurd that we could not say no. so, alternating parts (though i played the angsty prince of denmark throughout) and with growing bravado, we plowed through the first two acts. i even got to voice two of my favorite bits, "what a piece of work is man" and "what's hecuba to him, or he to hecuba, that he should weep for her?" ben's dad mused over how brilliantly uncle willy slyly slips substance into flippant characters' rants, avoiding heavy-handedness and moralizing. ah yes. and keeps us from taking any of the characters too seriously.
i also wrote a poem about my friend tamar and wonder whether i should run it by her (when she returns from israel, and hopefully in one piece) before posting it.