I decided to sign up for a poetry class next semester, due to the advice of the greatest writing tutor that has ever lived. I've never been much of a poet but she convinced me that focusing on the imagery in poetry would help strengthen my writing. I'll give it a whirl. If the class sucks I can always drop it. That's the beauty of this last semester. I don't have much that I "have" to do. Most of it will be fun city (or so I hope) and if its not I can blow that popsicle stand!

Tomorrow I get to go shopping for a few things that I will need to take with me into the city and then there will be drinking with good old friends. Old friends are some of the best kinds of friends, I'd say. I like new friends too, the adventures are always... well... new. With old friends there is much reminiscing but I am fond of that. I'm going to help Margot dye her lovely locks tomorrow. That's always fun. I love slopping gooey shit on my friend's heads!