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There is something rather wonderful about sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of books and papers and notes and information, rewriting this history paper. It's frustrating, sure, but for once in a good way. I think I have most of the information I need, which means I just have to edit the paper and put the new information in. Which, geeky as it might be, I actually enjoy.

I feel so collegiate. Hee.

(I get to pick my classes for next quarter on Thursday. For Honors I have History (Crusades! High Middle Ages!), Literature (Dante! *geek-squeal*), and Art History (I hope Renaissance, but I'm not sure); and for my fourth class I am looking into either Astronomy, Biology (If I can pull getting into a 400-level Darwinian theory class, that would rock), or Drama, either Playwriting or Costume Design. Coo-eee...)

Also CSNY is reminding me in a lovely way of summer. Mmmm yay.

poetry!

Because late-night poetry sessions rock. Like a rocking thing. I can write sonnets, but I think at the moment I like this one the best:
(Unedited, of course, a spur of the moment poem.)

( I tried to write a sonnet )