Duchamp.

It's the name of a book I saw on the shelf. I'm at the public library and I couldn't think of a good title. I hate not having a title when I post.

On the bus today, I was thinking about crying. Not thinking about doing it, but just thinking about it. It's a strange phenomenon, don't you think? Water drops from your eyes. An interesting thought if you were trying to explain it to someone. What if we cried when we were happy and laughed when we were sad? I suppose this happens sometimes which just goes to show you the ambiguity of emotion. Crazy.

I got a ton of work done yesterday and I finally feel caught up. I started and finished an entire final project, finished and emailed in a quiz, completed a written homework assignment, and finished and submitted my last journal entry for my multicultural class. Four different classes and four different assignments complete! Tonight, I will work on peer revising some papers for another class (along with my own, perhaps) and I will start a final paper on the movie Crash. (If anyone has not seen this movie, I highly recommend it.) I have also been applying for jobs like mad in hopes that something will come through. I am torn, though. Back to Green Bay for the summer or stay in Seattle? I can't figure it out and probably won't come to a decision until after the 6th of June (sorry Niki). I guess everything happens for a reason when it's shit like this. I'm just trying to roll with the punches (right Christine?)...

Susanne - Thank your for your thoughtful words. Send my sympathies to Chantal (I am so sorry for her pain and am there in spirit to support her) and your sister (sometimes, the injustices of the world come to rest upon our shoulders, I hope she fights hard against this). Sometimes, I think we are bonded by souls because you seem to really hear me through my written words and I can feel your presence even when you are literally a world away. My mom is so right - I am so glad we know each other! I often think about the evening that Manu, Chantal, Gabe, you and I had a beautiful fondue dinner atop one of the mountains in Geneva. It was one of the best, most memorable nights of my life. Thank you for always making me feel so special and loved. :)

Mom - You're so right. Keep on truckin. Thats exactly what I am going to do!

Only 11 days left and I'll be finished with my first year of grad school and chilling in Nordstrom spa getting a facial. Ahhhhh, I can already smell the eculyptus.