Three months and cassiopeia.

Dear Fleur.
My parents took me and Mandy to the movies today. That was nice of them. Now we're home doing our homework. I really don't have much. Just some reading.
So I spent most of today lusting after the collected letters of Virginia Woolf for sale in our library bookstore and making more presents for Kirsten. It was very unproductive.
Also, I made myself cry over something I wrote and had an awesome conversation about dreams with Mandy.
I now know how to spell "Cassiopeia." I am so proud of myself.

I was looking at my shoes in the movie theater, and I came to the realization that they are gross and old. They are my bow flats. The ones Fran gave me.
I keep telling myself the first thing I will buy when Clothesless is over is a pair of TOMS, but then I think it should just be bow flats, and then I think I shouldn't buy anything. Because wouldn't that be somewhat hypocritical? I have three months to decide. That's plenty of time to ponder it more.
I probably don't need anything.

I'm supposed to watch "House" tomorrow. That is my homework. Watching House.
And drinking 1% milk. My Mom and Dad go shopping, and they come home with 1%. I think that makes you a borderline bad parent.
But I guess having to watch television shows with a narcissistic lead and not even doing that might make me a borderline bad student. I'll let you know when I decide.

I think it's time for some Alice in Wonderland. I need to find my copy of "Through the Looking Glass."