I hate bees. They're like flying death monkeys.

Every step takes a beat of your heart
Through a city that's falling apart
On a night that rises and clears
In a sky that's clouded by years

well, i don't know. art camp week three. last art camp week for the summer, then off for a week to camp wisconsin and michigan. by myself, which, as i have said, i am looking extremely forward to. that should be followed by a week with my parents camping, also in michigan, of course, specifically a little in the UP, and the rest along lake michigan in ludington. we do love michigan here in the boven family. perhaps to an odd degree some people in my life have told me. but i do not care.
after the week of camping with my parents i was planning to head out to boston to visit my brother. but who knows, i haven't decided when. i want to ride the train all the way there... its a boatload of time on a train, but i loved it so much in italy, and trains are so much less crowded here, so itd be even nicer. i would also like to visit d.c. and see miss wang. I mean, I have all of August and September, so who knows.
oh today, what's with today, today?
what and odd and unexpected day, the strange thing is i cant even decide what i think about it. che strano, forse. oh i should be sleeping, or on my way, but i get so drawn into Three's Company. sad i know, but it's classic television. classic.

so why am i taking egyptian in the fall? at 8:30 am? and why do i enjoy and get excited about classes looking at the course catalog? why do i wish i could take five or six classes or stay in college for years and years?
or rather, when did i become a true u of c student?