no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

9.28.2004

I went running this morning and it was beautiful. I could actually see the space needle. Then I heard someone call my name. It was Cynthia. "Holy Sh!t, C , everyone told me you were in Oregon"Then there was ten minutes of forced friendliness. At least it seemed as though she had taken up bathing. I don't dislike her. It is just that I would, given the option, not hang out with her. She is moving to Oregon though. But she told me that Jessica is starting up at UW. I think Jessica may hate me, even though she calls me her hippie friend. We shall see. In other news despite the fact I keep thinking I am done with math I am now in applied mathmatics. Combined with Russian, I think I am going to have a lot of HW. I am not used to HW. In good news, it is Robin's birthday. In bad news, Amy is taking her bowling. Last time I went bowling with Amy, Taylor proposed to me. I wish Robin, and Taylor, all the best of luck tonight. Love to all.

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