i have tickets to columbus. i have rented a car. i have not done anything else to prepare.

i am selling baked goods at the theatre where i work. hope i make some quick cash off them...

on monday, i inadvertently became part of the gigantic mass of people demonstrating in downtown chicago for immigrant rights. see, the el stop i needed to use was closed...and the alternative entrance was across the street where the march was taking place. i can't describe how it felt--i mean other than the fact that i felt like a jerk for basically budging my way *across* a parade, of all things--the second i got off the bus downtown and i could hear thousands and thousands of people chanting...i have never in my life seen or heard so many people together. in person. i've seen it on TV. but this felt so amazing and powerful. it genuinely made me weepy.

i got a free haircut off craigslist and i like it. i like it better than the last one i got, which made me look too much like a boy.

i am so excited about the reunion i feel all giggly and silly inside.

i hate school, which i would legitimately be able to do if i were more involved with it. but i'm not, so here i am hating something i barely participate in. not entitled am i.