Billieupool

		wTuesday, December 10, 2002
		This is how it's ending for a month or so. I'm exhausted. I've one more exam to go and then the four hours of harried packing, out by 5:00 or fined fifty bucks. And this exam - not studied for nearly enough. And this room - warm and whole and my home and not packed up one bit. Don't want to go, honestly. I'm twenty and I'm starting to feel like a seperate house altogether, like a person all my own with plans and hopes and ideas. But I'm exhausted. So I'll just go now, quietly. posted by Kate at 10:38 PM

		wThursday, December 05, 2002
		The weather is changing. The kind of change that makes my fingernails peel, that gives me chronically dry skin. The kind of change that lowers my voice a couple of octives. The cold pillows in my eyelids and in the bags beneath my eyes. I feel like a hypothermia case, like if I could just lie down and close my eyes I'd be alright again. posted by Kate at 3:26 PM

		wWednesday, December 04, 2002
		It's the night before dead day. Normally, this day equals drastic amounts of hunch punch and fun, paddle whoopins and make-shift pole dancing with door supports. Then you wake up the next morning on your friend's couch, and you both spend the rest of the day laughing at the visible markings of your sinful rompings the night before - the perfect imprint of the wood grain deck she fell on, the bruises on your forearm from the unfortunate pole dancing incident. Then you call another friend, (this is the same friend you might have accidentally, um, been sick on - but not very, just slightly - and he didn't mind too much because he's your very good friend and he likes you even if you did imbibe just a little too much punch) and he can barely move because his thigh has welted up from the paddle whoopin delivered the night before in honor of his 20th birthday. But you all laugh because it's so funny. Everything is. We're juniors now, and there are only a very few semesters left so everything we do is fun and funny and fun. Have a sober Christmas everyone. posted by Kate at 1:04 AM

		wMonday, December 02, 2002
		7:15 a.m. I crawled into bed, clutched at the sheets and pulled them up around my chin. Thus I spent the 10 most jealous minutes of my life. Sleep, you ho, you've made a cuckhold of me. posted by Kate at 11:42 AM