The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes.

Spring semester of my freshman year of college has come to a magnificently anticlimactic close. I don’t feel relieved: I feel worn. I have definitely been hiding in my studies for the past couple of months, and now that I can’t do that any longer I am being forced to face reality and the quickness of time. If Time and I were to race, Time would be running circles around me. Also, I spent today worrying about my Soviet final, feverishly writing about the various characteristics of Korenizatsiia, packing up my life and saying permanent goodbyes. Whatever happened to “goodbye for now”? This feels like a country song. You know, the one where someone says goodbye…

Summer is here. Maybe my mood has something to do with the dark and dreary rain that made driving on the freeway a bit more of an adventure. Perhaps I can blame it on my upcoming search for the perfect pair of khaki colored pants for my cool new Persimmon Pool and Tennis Center job. Who knows (Shouldn’t I)?

I am wearing one of my impulse buy shirts. So that is nice. I want my bess frann to come over now, please.

Okay. Summer Goals:

Finish The Sound and the Fury

Read Anna Karenina

Be a stress-free summer schooler

Run, (Forrest), Run.

Wear dresses. Lots of dresses

Buy a new pair of boots

Do yoga because it feels good

Study some Bible and drink it like water

Be with people and tell them I love them

Be on time to work

Get some sunshine; Get more freckles

Have painted fingernails

Make a trip to Yakima

Make a trip to Prineville

Talk to Papa Dean about life

Get sleep

Don’t sleep past 10 (11 MAX)

Bike to Portland

Go see live music

Leave the future in the future

Wear lipstick

Okay, Go!