Dear Iraq:

Well... the next million years of my life seem to be planned out. Okay, that's not true. But until December, yes, those months are planned.

Here is my school schedule for the summer:
(it may help to imagine this as a chart)
English: mon/wed 6-8:15pm
Bio 101: t/th 6-8:15pm
Bio 101 lab: t/th 8:30-10:30pm

Here is my school schedule for the fall:
(again, the chart. it may help.)
Spanish: m/w 7:30-8:50pm
Math: t/th 4-5:55pm
Geography: t 6:30-9:30 (that's right, that's for you thor)
Cultural Anthropology: th 6-8:50pm

perfect, yes? and I will be working friday and saturday 4:30-11+ and sunday 4:30-10+
so essentially, if you need me before 3pm I will be asleep. so you can't have me.

Um, things between Michael and I have utterly disintegrated to the point where we can't even be around each other without killing each other. Or, trying to. That sucks. So, he's actively looking for an apartment to move to.
I am really going to miss Trotsky. He and I have had the exact opposite relationship curve as Michael and I and I regret that I can no longer be his mommy.

I'm sorry I haven't been posting any real pictures, I promise I will soon.

Also, Thor, I am sending your package very soon.

hearts and stars for all.

(the fucking champs CD out on the 24th. be there or be square)