turning point

some time shortly after my healthy and surprisingly delicious school lunch tomorrow-- it ought to fall right in the midst of daily cleaning time, so it'll have to wait until the balcony is swept clean of giant moths again-- i'll be logging onto the staff room's ancient laptop to slowly have the identity of our next President revealed to my eager eyes. apparently there's a good chance that textbooks a few years down the line might read "and on November 4th, 2008, the U.S. elected its first African-American President". in all sincerity, may the best man for the job win. (cough) since it's clearly Obama.

three day weekend

only one word has the elegant simplicity necessary to fully capture the unique experience of practicing basic karate exercises that briefly and spontaneously evolve into funky soulful dances alone in your apartment blasting stevie wonder's "superstition" at 1pm on a sunday afternoon: Awesome.