i just walked home from my American History before 1875 class. we learned all about george washington and what kind of guy he was and i learned a lot i didn't know before but now i do and there is nothing i can do with this information and as i walked home right in front of george washington hall (see it?) all the dead little helicopter leaves started spinning and falling from the sky and there were just so many that it was kind of cool. actually really pretty. because then the sun started shining past the bell tower on me and all the leaves and it was just one of those scenes that a movie couldn't have even tried to mimic. one of them landed in my hand and i thought about how funny it was that im at the university of mary washington and george washington has taken over my day and it's only 11am. mothers love their sons.


i want to major in anthropology maybe. i always wanted to study people but didn't know what the fuck it was called until that store came out and i always forgot what it meant. they spell it wrong, by the way. ie, not y. that doesn't matter they have good stuff. but it's weird that i think that's what i want. or sociology. i'm going to do either so that i can do law or teach and the options will be open forever until four years is up and i ahve to decide but thats an awful lot of time to know what i want to do. i figure it will fall into my lap. which is probably false, but i'm going to hang onto these childish habits for a little bit longer