Come Back....

Apparently my muse--flightly little thing, she is--has chosen to walk out on me once again. I can't even claim that nothing's happened in the past few days--hell, just today I baked cookies with le G, screamed my way through a half-hour car ride with Erin, Angle, Sam-ity, and Dana (oh and Guster, Mika, and the Black Eyed Peas), and ate seven courses of Moroccan food--good god, it was delicious. It was one of those 'high on life' kind of nights which, for me, seem to correspond with how much sunlight I've gotten that day (apparently I'm a plant). Inappropriate jokes were made (say 'pitas' out loud and tell me what it sounds like), sad sad dances were danced (thank you Joan Marley), and, well? People were touched in typical Erin Olkowski fashion.

The day before I went to American University. I can't even get into detail about it....suffice to say it's MY SCHOOL. I am so excited to apply there.

Plus I'm excited for Rhode Island, Boston, New York, and Philly--yes, that's their geographical order, and also the order in which I'll visit them, it's mostly college visits and a little pleasure in between (visiting Annie, Dave & Stef, and Diane & Karen).

The problem is these great things are happening, but without dear Muse there's no writing about it in any sort of pretty, interesting way. Sorry.

[Currently Listening: Shoot the Moon by Norah Jones]