white rabbit came and went.

we had to, for a time, volunteer at a pacific islander student conference, blonde and i. blonde knew more about what was going on than i did, so i learned to follow someone whose judgement made me a little bit nervous. we ended up following students around. the job was simple: make sure they didn't escape. once they were sitting in a room, happily dissecting cow hearts, blonde walked away to relax at a table while i found a purse (like i always seem to do). i took the 'being responsible' route and gave it to someone that looked like they were in charge, then sat down next to blonde to attempt homework. nothing much got accomplished, as the man with one arm too sat down and decided to talk to us both. volunteering and conversation was quickly ended because of other classes interfering.

professor two, real crazy, had eye surgery again. couldn't read, but taught english. we all had to teach ourselves about dumb poetry. maybe one day i will love it, but for right now the only poet i enjoy is frank o'hara. and isaiah, i guess.

one month. two months. three months. the days go by. i dream about trains and running around campus. i search for dr. pepper. i sit on a hill and let the wind give me a runny nose. i let God's truth sink in deep. the days keep coming.