All the windows are open and I can hear the rain. I went to my lit class today and we discussed Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton and the other confessional poets for a couple hours (literally). I think I need to read the Bell Jar. My prof is so good at telling stories, being a writer himself, that I could have sat there for a few more. He was telling us about Alan Ginsberg, who made a point of trying every drug on the face of the planet and then writing poetry about it. He told us about how it is interesting to force yourself to write things at 3am and then read over them the next day.

And so it is not at all fitting that I am going to Walmart/Best Buy/ Futurshop mega-complex with Laura this evening to CONSUME (mwahahahahaha)

My mom swung by this afternoon and dropped off a bag of random stuff from home and in it was a card from this ancient lady I worked with this summer. She gave me 20 dollars too! I think I basically have to go back to that job because of the people. It's going to be hard to find such kind and laid-back people in this city. Young people suck.

Just found gum in Sarah's laundry basket- score!