i've just re-read most of "me talk pretty one day" because scott and ethan are still passed out (which, as opposed to "sleeping," has a definite normative tang if you know what i mean.) i'm looking forward to getting home, though, because there ought to be a package of awesome zines for me and because i haven't gotten to visit with my dad for a while. almost all of my stuff is still strewn about, though, and that makes me feel kind of bad.

now it's time to get down to the actual self-improvement of summer, or at least the way summer usually is for me. when i was still in high school, the idea was to be as entirely different at the beginning of the year as i could be. i would always renew my commitments to crazy dressing and generally obnoxious, pretentious, defensive behavior that was my mark, and come back to school with some wicked little idea of superiority. that or i would spend the summer trying to tie up all of the loose ends: flossing twice a day, eating only good foods, lifting weights every day, spending time outside, being better-read . . . . i guess it isn't so different this summer; some of my goals include shedding scales and triads so i can kick any other improv solo's ass, reading all of the things that i ought to, lifting weights again, and starting some kind of amazing writing project that isn't a zine and doesn't suck.

now that i've had my summer road trip so early (and i hardly got to buy my truckstop sunglasses; i'm sure i won't find them when we go to boston later this summer) i guess it's time to get down to business.