my hair is wet, my sweater striped. mexican by nature.

i have laundry to do and bio to study for. and i have a ridiculous grin on my face. coincidence? are you kidding?

it's family weekend at the moment, and for several subsequent moments, but my family isn't here. i don't mind, but i miss them a lot. i spoke to my sister on the phone the other night, and it was a sharp reminder how much i love her.

my desk is a still life of national geographics and index cards. the national geographics are for envelopes. i made envelopes. and i dream about making envelopes. which is really, really bizarre. but i might just send you one.

the index cards are for latin vocab. think it'll happen? nah...