exclamation points
I leave the East Coast for five minutes, and what happens? My alma mater slaps my face (and my tiny little shoes) on the front page of their website. Oh mercy.
Appropriate it should happen now, I guess, since I’m visiting long-lost college friends. But still eerie for someone as photo phobic as I am.
Seattle is wonderful. I’m letting the unseasonable heat wash over me (“avoid prolonged exposure to direct or artificial sunlight” be damned) and help me forget the utter madness that was last week. The buildings have less character here than they do in New York but the natural beauty of the surroundings compensates. I’m trying to decide whether natural beauty is enough to make me, personally, happy without character buildings and I haven’t decided yet. I have a few more days to make up my mind.
Also, what should I do with my life? I’m very, very open to suggestion.
Seattle is wonderful.
I don’t know what you should do with your life. But it seems to me you’ve done a whole lot with it this year. There’s really no such thing as a false start, I don’t think.
Maybe you should get Swarthmore to pay you $5 per hit on the College website. That way, you’ll earn enough money to lead a life of leisure and debuachery.
ester, you’re famous!