i really could not be working any less. i've scheduled a powernap for right after i turn my mind off from drip mode.

1) schubert rosamunde quartet has us screwed but a nice baroque feel.
2) you could probably call every one of my (3) history papers an auto-da-fe.
3) management applies almost 2x better in real life than in management.
4) paco underhill and globalization
5) my obsession with detail gets me into trouble often. because - completely irrelevant details.
6) approved with nary a hitch:
OPIM 101-002 (MWF 11-12)
PPMT 250 (MW 12-1:30)
OPIM 402 (MW 3-4:30)
[The purpose of this course is to bring together decision-making in socio-economic field and in literature. In literature there are wonderful examples in which the heroes of the books make their own decisions. In these examples, the authors not only bring new sophisticated analytical parameters, but also use a variety of artistic means directed toward developing the imagination of the reader. Unfortunately, the methods used are far from being analytical; the modern analytical methods for decision-making developed in the socio-economic field are not used. The course proposed here would encompass socio-economic exam-ples of decision-making conceptions, along with literature. The course must give a clear synthesis of analytic and artistic methods of thinking, which is important in connection with new situations. That is why ability to play chess is a prerequisite to this course. This course can be crucial in instructing aesthetically educated students who are pragmatically oriented. Finally, the students will better understand the value of non-pragmatic categories of art and their priceless role in the developing of their intellect and decision-making abilities.]
or
LGST 210-301 (MW 9-10:30)
[This course will explore theories of business responsibility from a multi-disciplinary and managerial perspective. Current theories of business ethics will be presented along with how they apply to a number of case studies. Topics include ethical and social responsibility issues with regard to advertising, affirmative action, employee rights, whistle-blowing, conflicts of interest, and financial management.]
(let me know which one you think is cooler? quickly? AIM: deneuver, em: joyun@wharton.upenn.edu)
STAT 101 (TR 10:30-12)
COLL 002 (TR 1:30-3)
FRENCH 217 (TR 3-4:30)

no one really needs to know what these abbreviations stand for. too embarrassing in most cases. oh god.
"How would you assess your ability to demonstrate...the ability to submerge your ego?" - in some cases, mere grammatical rearrangement suffices; a redundant "ability" vs. saying "ego submersion", "tooldom", "critical shy mass", or woheva.

asian tourists both dave and i feel good about this picture
he likes his smile
i like my cheeks

taken that very night, supposedly in a last supper motif
where matt winn is no one knows.
everyone is so happy, let's go [team name]

evolution is a very tricky species. 'sid vicious' halloween beautiful boy lucky you are visible and elated you talk tout penche to me. everyone and her management TA/group was there tonight. i'm listening. i'm talking. repeat.

not so much the feeling of disaster as mistake.

otherwise though it's finding the exact the precise terms to the idea, like in an assignment book. never write 'study' when you mean 'pore over chapter 26'. because i need step-by-step instructions to everything. i need numbers. wharton isn't whoreton, because i entered a good and whole person. i will emerge a good and whole person who can smilingly...

1st best: "husband-wife team"
2nd best: "brother-sister team"
plus-que-parfait: the party they throw in the autumn on their deck

i wasn't kidding. the trademarks of my life will be education. i spy with my little eye something beginning with...

definitely a night. i'm probably going home friday and coming back saturday for another po-town daytrip because it's parents weekend here and no one wants to see that! otherwise i'm vortexing (orientating) my generation even as we speak. cynthia and diane live around the corner from each other at brown, cynthia's visiting penn, maybe we'll meet up, even as i'm finally talking to hanseul, who also knows them both*; going up to po-town with connie, on the way back may meet up finally with anand, who spendera un weekend idylle avec sarah. and if i were staying home til sunday, i'd extend it to vicky, who again, knows "them both". they come in human pairs they do. other recent linkages include the word smegma. the brown-centric model of the ivy league. skylines of major cities. omg, and jesse and dave yeh are both at northwestern. jesse, of course, who knows manoj. who knows and...argh i don't know. probably have work to finish right now.

*and possibly i've mentioned the CTY connect in other contexts, but it is far-reaching.

loll about in these a bit

oh, i'm definitely still awake. manoj woke me up at 3 to ask me about "Flights of theoretical, speculative reasoning about the competitive advantage of nations or the nature of capitalism-unless utterly brilliant-will be frowned upon." i asked him what day it was. and was so glad to see it was still night. if not i would've cried my self back to sleep. other things notwithstanding like how stupid i am i'm doing pretty well. cold, sleepy, anxious, my AIM name in black. i'm doing the caffeine thing again. bless ma heart. i remember one night after two pots and a vivarin that i thought i was going to die. alarms are going off. gustavo's doing his whites. catherine came back at six this is her first all-nighter. i moved britpop to my 1 console. all-nighter qualifies when you see the sunrise. grammar obviously disintegrating.

i can't quite think of what i look like in this picture but i'm sure someone out there can! teehee. what AM i wearing? azzedine alaia jr? and i'm sure i thought my arms were cute and pensive in their isoceles schema. au contraire mon freruh! like yo.

this for anyone who can't recognize this is [team name], our management team. post-modern to the max! in the roman style: dave, matt p, me, evan. no doubt doing something heartbreakingly managerial. or collegiate. or something! psh.

meanwhile, i don't have the requisite activation energy to get me working on this paper. too much houston market, too much poulenc, too much cranberry cords, too much dim haziness aloft in the world.

i am a cleanly drawn line
run/walking through the dimly lit world
avuncular trees lining brick walkways
some kind of hopeful inevitability which i create with my fingers
the beauty of referential pronouns "this" but especially "that" (sono, kono...i forget)
jeff buckley - "last goodbye", not "kiss me (out of desire, baby, not consolation)"
woo just finished a soy smoothie. that's not nihilistic!
shower shower shower
westward ho into history. i think i'll compare some modern capitalism as per smith and list, how's that?
in the 5 page paper i have to write. this is going to take me a long time.
but it would've taken longer if i hadn't just lollygagged around campus. quickly. slowly and then quickly.

oua. i just did work for the first time since i've been here. underlining words, straight-back chair. lists. numbers 1-6. homo economicus. public and private sector personality, eek. thought is coming in spurts of lists as generally does it when mind is fraying or effused with work. i think i can reward myself with something now. phoenix perchance? i would cello but roommate is asleep and i don't want to relokat. ahh. i will do my hair. really really want to cut it short. or bangs. ooh.

matchmaking is once again the metaphor i would like to use. a brainstormed thoughtweb def'ly necessary.

i'm lazy. what? ahh!

AstroZine: no...
AstroZine: it's like... you don't talk like that to people i know
AstroZine: and they are impressed by you

AstroZine: i did a good design project design
AstroZine: and a dark watercolor wate'corol
AstroZine: the new band to like is the anniversary
AstroZine: the new brand to wear is pusch
AstroZine: the new friends to have are lebanese
AstroZine: the new food to eat is pasta
AstroZine: the new pens to use are watercolor refillable
deneuver: :^)
AstroZine: the new way to talk is postebonix
AstroZine: all like "where be m'dogs?"
deneuver: ye oldebonix
AstroZine: the new term of endearment is peper tres
deneuver: j'en irai mntnant
AstroZine: "come here my little peper tres"
deneuver: :^)
deneuver: smiling sadly
AstroZine: oh!!!
AstroZine: that's so something i'd want to hug
deneuver: je te manque si'llement!!
AstroZine: oik!
AstroZine: bluefly.com has good stuff to look for
AstroZine: at
deneuver: teehee
deneuver: yeah passementerie de prada
deneuver: everyone here is indian or italian. ba. i have to studyeconomics now
AstroZine: oh... kay... chiao
deneuver: yeah i have to fall asleep with this book atop my head
deneuver: night
AstroZine: gnart
AstroZine: all german american 1913
deneuver: dude all i want is stupid nostalgic having a diner dinner with lisa you anand
deneuver: or lisa paul lawrence
deneuver: or anand you kyle
deneuver: or just me

deneuver: yeeth
AstroZine: cute name... good music... sexy voice
deneuver: yeeeth
AstroZine: use the word crucial more often
deneuver: use the word seminal once a week
AstroZine: like "this shit is about to get crucial"
deneuver: good night!
AstroZine: haha
AstroZine: say "crucial clutch cargo deadline"
AstroZine: when talking about responsabilities
deneuver: teeheehee
AstroZine: "i have this crucial clutch cargo exam tomorow!@!#"
deneuver: a byento
deneuver: a bentoboite

like online radio to fit your tasty mood, it's rilly good so far.
i just ran away from the milk and cookie break for several reasons i will not divulge here.

let me tell you about a dream i had
where everything was written in numbers
two eyes
one cramped hand
one supple finger

u penn has a radio station which does not rilly broadcast. but it will when i'm done with it. in the meantime i'm listening to as much classical music as i can. two turntables and dj bibimbap. things are conspiring to make me blue. violet's turning violet!

something keeps bustin out all over, and over, and over...when i talked about congruity before, about repetition - well never mind. but i mean. all i want is for...

deneuver: people should just recognize my potential
deneuver: develop it like a NIC
deneuver: and let me get on with my life
delocke2: seriously
delocke2: i just want to go to some think tank and be paid for having a high iq
deneuver: yeah pretty much
deneuver: except think tank = barneys ny
deneuver: or like bilbao
delocke2: somewhere where i get paid six figures to sit around and think a lot
deneuver: something ridiculous like that
deneuver: and lots of tea and tweed and the cure oooh
delocke2: and they'll all be amazed by what i come up with
deneuver: :^)
deneuver: private office bebe
delocke2: like where they want matt damon to work in good will hunting
deneuver: get this - my mgmt midterm is writing a memo to an unruly employee : private office or no
deneuver: the NSA?! i don't think that's you
deneuver: you're like brookings
delocke2: wow, they're just flat-out training you to be evil

of course, not barneys ny. well, yeah, barneys ny, but you kind of have to understand in what sense i mean that. teehee. whoa i'm getting behind myself. anyway! that memo is what i'm at work on right now. i found my fleece and also my bucket hat which i hadn't even realized that i lost. yeah seeing that pile of golden fleece on the history classroom table made my day. as long as you look good you can be comfortable eh? eh. as long as you look well you'll find everything. i might go to student health one of these days, but would it suffice just to go to van pelt? or to call my mother? or...yeah. something's missing on some pyramid. five bob if you can hit it square.

delocke2: jump her bones?
delocke2: that obviously doesn't fit into your model
deneuver: who knows...i don't trust any of you boys anyway
delocke2: so this is what it comes to
delocke2: very well, very well
deneuver: that is what it's come to
delocke2: you have been a virtuous and honorable warrior
deneuver: mmhm!
delocke2: i will relish the day that we meet again on the battlefield
deneuver: omg
deneuver: write your paper
deneuver: good night
delocke2: bye

found my keys, didn't find my yellow fleece, didn't find my necklace, palm pilot's screwed. i'm in a dangerous mood, but luckily not one where i'm about to quote elizabeth bishop.

doop doop doop

just woke up from a hearty, korean food induced nap, and am ACTUALLY not tired. refreshed. optimistic about the fierce world we live in. did my history reading. saw bits of high fidelity. sort of. oh this cyclic and mismatching life!

speaking of which - this may make you suddenly wake up and say "hold on, why isn't my life like that anymore?! doh". sigh, whatever. probably not because that would be ridiculous. i think every statement i make here is like at least 40% bullshite yo. incidentally i'm convinced i've lost my control of the english language or just english, or that i am having too much trouble speaking, and for that reason i have picked up that diihrty habit of reading again. go figure. this afternoon i polished off (i could've used another verb, yes) "an invisible sign of my own" in record time. (i have no clue whether that link will work.) it made me kind of nervous to be reading again. and yeah, contemporary literature always makes me rush a little bit. the pace. otherwise dinner yes. mmm mm good. conversation with manoj about this school and this program. no exit indeed. very nervous these days about people who ask me for college advice because i am so obviously not one who made good choices. or one who could be happy with any choice. potato farming and fruit picking, personal shopping, haircutting, waitressing, what am i missing here? opportunity cost of course is what everyone here believes in. friedrich list would say we are ourselves investments. but we are also the return. when the transformation occurs will we be there to see it kind of thing. at the very least i'm thinking unsleepily right now. it all just comes back to me in the end.

doop doop doop

a funny leftover tidbit from this past thursday:
How To…Be a Stereotypical Whartonite
-my Mgmt 100 TA, Jared P. as communicated via Microsoft PowerPoint

Assume the attitude
You are better than everyone else
The College is for losers
$et for life upon graduation

“Greed is Good”
Third world countries are easily exploitable
Your self-worth is measured in $ (mil)
Money IS everything

Practice Social Darwinism
When others seek help, lead them astray
Beat the curve before the curve beats you
If anyone asks, you got a “C”

You are only here to get a job
Goldman, MSDW, JPM, CSFB, SSB, ML, BA
Exploit friends for their true value: connections
How many concentrations do you have?
(BA = Bank of America)

yay, i'm back! early as always. tonight after stouffer plus floor dinner of bulgogi and kimchee and chicken couscous and curry, i'm going to write the karen leary memo. eeehieevil. feeling very healthy as a result of the apple-cheeked mystic mystique and actually not regretting the opportunity cost of having left. i think i was on the low-road to getting a bit sick. then again i didn't stop by ny or even try, to see anand or danah b/c of extreme amtrak fatigue and confusion and whatever unnameable dullness that held me captive on the plush seat (granted i was definitely finishing les choses) doh! it's rilly funny. i talk to certain people and they have these lit allusions just blazingly on hand...all like "alpha chi rho? in their group pictures, all very a separate peace or like "yeah his window overlooks a wall. oh bartleby! oh humanity!" and they're not me. time for pulp and time for resharpening. time to stop regretting and taking everything 'personally' and just wanting everyone to be happy and charmed and impressed. wait! it's NEVER time to do any of those things! origami paranoia. which leads me to my next point. for some people, for some situations, i can't do anything but laugh. it's a hysteria outlet i think. i can't deal with misfortune or physical pain even my own without laughing. it's so obvious and so hard to control. like another thing, often overlapping with this syndrome is this tendency just to hear what people are saying and restate it back in some graceful turn. that's such bullshite. but what else is there to say? but laugh?

i'm skipping globalization. again. because it's like library research orientation and whatever. i'd rather find out by mysel'. good to get all ready for a class and then not have to go. yeeth. in other news though, it's good and practical that i'm not going b/c i have to jet from finance to home to 30th street so i can get to ny and mystic - this will require a small pre-packed bag and that is what i've been doing. don giovanni? clam chowder? ny diner? i'm not rilly moving forward so much as upward. i also have to go make MORE flyers for management. a lot happens here which sieves through - stouffer late night last night was so incredibly shortcoming of my expectations in the food sense i guess it had to compensate in the surreal ice-cream-as-milk sense. the gulf between boys and girls is very invisible hand. my mind is a puddle today. probably this is all i can evaporate for awhile. back to packing and les choses.

there's always someone who understands on any given day, and there's always someone who pretends not to on any given day. what would sung-eun do? qu'est-ce que c'est qu'un swiffer? i made pen tracks (penntrex) on my french notes from falling asleep so much. i'd scan them in for authenticity but i hope you believe me.

i am the Penn Chamber Music Society's new secretary. back at spack i would never, ever, ever. brahms tchaik schubert haydn. i spent way too much time online last night. i talked to just about everyone i could last night. AIM - die!! gah! and other motley "[glottal stop]-ah" words. what i didn't understand back then was that we would all grow up.

when she woke up this morning my roommate threw off the covers and her two "stuffed toys" hit the floor [cra-crash]. um.

"you know when she finally gets something."
"how?"
"because that's when she gets you."

just don't want to f*ck things up too badly? just want to survive? just want to graduate? i'm glad that i'm good at flyer propaganda.

everyone has these ishues, or non-ishues, tonight. which they are vocalising. vocalise. confident versus confidante. mmmhm yeah yo. long distance, medium distance, leaning heads out of ivory towers, chronic fatigue, bad hair, asian laugh syndromes, the return of hives. those among you may recognize. i'm sure i do. it's nice to have friends to share your problems with. please punctuate or rearrange that sentence as befits. ambiguous phrasing is yet another problem: "think less of someone" versus "think less of someone". active versus passive voice. politesse. noblesse oblige. stupid, stupid, stupid. i was looking all up in u penn's linguistics piece today. oh god! yeah that's a minor cry for help and not the last. i can do all things in the name of that guy. you know, that one.

*oh yeah. still awake and not sleepy because first coffee in a year. woo. and glenn gould really is a loud humming boy during my goldberg v's. i never heard it before or i thought something was in the background or in the room or something. it's funny! he grunts and hums along you'd think he was just watching this beauty from a folding chair while someone else played.

-sneeze-

going to give 'til it's gone? what is it? git 'til it's gone? i am awake in my newest room configuration, which is distinctly antisocial in some bits and friendly in others. oh man. i put my broken-framed clock inside my picture box so it's more shielded and NASA spacecraft looking. i also now have a clock. and i fixed the alarm. give me a gold sticker baby we've got alarm clock! rrrowr. so what i was thinking is - never mind. i'm drawing blanks all over the place. she briefly looked up and said "this", didn't she? i hear ya hunn. andrew - underworld "born slippy" - driving through brazilian mountains with the rain in turn driving down on the windshield in the summer of your rising sophomore year. me - underworld "born slippy" - sitting at my desk, noticing that my roommate no longer has access to my stereo and wondering how to amend the situation in the fall of my freshman year. obvious.

silly. *i don't have to say much more than saying this much more yes?

question/scenario: if you're walking hand in hand with the one you love on a crisp and blue october 11 o' clock, past ugly architecture and crosswalks on your way back home and you see a man in a wheelchair and with one leg, railing because someone in the food court wouldn't give him ketchup - what is the sign you make to the one whose hand you're holding?

*and oh yeah. why is the cello the sexiest instrument? because the face and head are the sexiest parts of the body, and it's like you are holding your cello's head very close to yours. when you're not playing you can rest your head on your cello's shoulders or neck or woheva. it's nice! i like when cellists are very tired, and they sort of just bung their head on their cello and close their eyes and clutch their bow with their first two fingers and think about the rockin night they have had/will have.

ahh! get your tongue out of my semicircular canal!!

sweater is wet with manoj's beer (x5) - and my head is flustered with beautiful boy and sidewalk encounters and dim sum and indian nomenclature chain rules and WSJ and piano as urinal --> ruling the world but getting no respect and pre-molt lobsters and currently with sitting at computer swaying gently in the october breeze from my unopened windows. not everclear. oh no. you guys you guys, there is a difference between asian male and female tolerance. and i have the better one. lisa ees here. "are you SURE you have fun like this at princeton?" "well. it's different fun...ah yes. this is more like an eating club party."

shite. and how terrible is my new room arrangement? the desk now sucks in attention, the "chair" sucks in my ass, and now i have what is known as a functional living space. yo that's sick. no more sexy bed-centric room. i am a loser. but...um...akio - limelight - yeah - maybe? i do do do miss you! like yeahhh. dave, you have a cute smile. you have herein been loved. it's a long walk - i know. i don't make it. g-night.

oh so tired but eventful day --> point click save. so i skipped global today to write learning logs, which are neither about learning nor logs, then left the third l.l. in my printer, this calls for immediate rearrangement of furniture and printer/computer/door dynamic. struggled through the cascades with randomized "count off from 1 - 6" mgmt group and would definitely have survived...if with the group. "the ball of twine MUST be important - it's twine!" too true. then struggled through l'exode rurale in french. i fall asleep a lot. i think it's because it's not engleesh. and i'm running on 3.5 right now. then, finance, again, not english, i don't believe in economics, too bad, i'm clearly not going into any business requiring critical reading of graphs. then an apple-icious dinner and then UO and then BCBG and then philly orch. reminiscent this time not of saratoga but ny youth symphony, had i actually been a bona fide member and not just a chamber music cherub. but fun b/c of hillary hahn and centennial composition competition convocation. again, sadly, not english. then the omnipotent xandos iced chai latte, then playing phone tag. or mercy. or not. "candid photography, wink wink nudge nudge saynomore saynomore!"

this day had all the attributes of a good one and i will remember it as such. because i spent money efficiently and yet with a blithe abandon that would stun the me who didn't have wads of cash a week ago. i bought badger balm, totally an impulse and nostalgia buy from the saratoga days (mad props yo! i link them here, i link them there, i something link them everywhere!) - but additionally a redemption move, an aliyah because it is tangerine breeze, the flavor i originally wanted on that hot july day. instead i had to settle for like mesa mint. which became nauseating and cloying and yuck, and finally oozed to a spin cycle death when i left it in a pocket. mmm tangereene ees good. and also an orange nalgene booteille, in the opportunity set was also a brita pitcher but i figured since my roomie already has one, i will just be a water mooch. diamond-water paradox be damned. (ooh it's raining rilly hard now how aproprospriate!) ems. yeah, it's that easy.

*hie time for pie time*

one other thing i was thinking about tonight, amidst the rain and crossword puzzles and management sculptures and frisbee running practices and oh gosh can i get any more listy? what people call me, viz whether they call me jo, or joanne, or you 'dere. my children will all have gloriously nicknamable names so they can slip and trip from one ego to the next.

"i'm not scared of you, management 100!" someone really needs to talk to me :^)

quietly sitting, listening to new CDs, having just cut my hair, writing with gerunds, or what i think are gerunds. ooops! so i like matchmaking. when it is successful! argh. anything to exert control. even if my hair does look terrible. f scott what were you thinking?! and like i made such an effort today. i wrote, i responded, i raised my hand. when it didn't pay off it didn't pay off. suddenly, i feel like major regression is in order. i have no sense of loyalty (doesn't that sound better than saying i am a moody one?) or wait - not like i have no loyalties but that i can imagine anything happening. (hey, do the nytimes.com crosswords, they rock and are better than tetrinet for wasting time; also good = my favorite spread for ril.) but yeah being able to see about 29 different realities with 29! different people at any given moment, that makes things crappy frappy. i am pushing myself. physically this is impossible. i want to know who i'm playing chamber music with, i want to know everything then go to sleep. yeah! after all. if there's one type of asian girl i haven't really seen yet it is the purrpetually sleepy kind. :^) i feel way too sincere for this week.

ee!
eee!

en en en en is how yannick noah apparently chooses to spell uh huh uh huh. like let's discuss the linguistic of pet sounds. then let's stop. never mind the construction noises.

i just woke up because i was sleeping on my arm in the most nerve-crushing way i could do on my own, and also i have work to do. i'm so glad i have an inbuilt alarm clock which is routed also to my [insert summer teeth here] inbuilt anal 'get up get up from your childishly made and far overrated bed/sleep you have so much work to do, you have not yet conquered this campus, you need a haircut, you need...' thing. aah! so yeah! ahhhh! i've had a lot to say ever since a few days ago, not in the sense that anything's really happened but i'm at the place again where i will be walking down the street and a leaf falling will, no joke, graze my cheek [okay drive by foliage attack! whatever i just never used the word graze like that let me go] and i'll be like word, and wake up, and sigh...woheva. i'm not really talking about anything to anyone or here is what i'm trying to say. i'm just measuring every day on some kind of choose your own adventure survival ratio. omg. i soo am. meanwhile! petulant. underachieving. ivy league. my feet on bubblewrap. because seriously like how will today be? with my classes and my idiocy? like 3.5 / 10. yeah, that's what i'm saying. if i get breakfast maybe a 6. oh yeah but i'm nicer and dumber to people. getting better at the phone, not in fact blindfolded but eyes closed yo. ouch...potential for BU freshman rescue squad? and...my pictures actually came out really sharp and cute! so see-saw that on for size.

creative destruction...clearly my problem is that i am only an individual and not a CORPORATION unto myself! they give us terms and i buy in. kyle did me the favor of calling me pathetic, i nod my head to the homage and keep walking - past the falling leaves and into...?

something was lacking. whatever. i just killed a little bag of ruffles albeit one containing 3 servings. guess which flavor. my fingers smell of it, i hate that. and then miso zuppa. because i figured pop tarts are more like, hunger rations than miso soup. when the earthquake hits i'll need carbos more than sodium. teehee. i am so wrong. like i can't believe that on this campus full of bright lights and parking meters i couldn't get a belgian waffle at 9:20. at 10, yes. at 12:30, yes. all i ask for is a trough of olive-oil sauteed string beans. somewhere on locust walk, scavenger hunt. i'm game!

laudamus te and hamlet all this evening at my 1st orkestra practice. it just reminded me why i didn't sign up for fricking orchestra in the first place - i am impatient and restless and have poor eyesight and play the cello. meanwhile the baroque ensemble can languish for all i care. i was much happier earlier today, i'm not quite sure what happened. not enough conversation. meanwhile the mindblowing fruition of the drive drwu new jersey is lost in the quicksand. it's really funny because when i was happy it felt sticky and lasting. the post-modernistic management group strikes again! what's your team name? [team name]! rueful. that's a word. i bought a planner today! and instead of "Saginaw" it says "$aginaw". rock out.

*yo. sorry. it doesn't actually say '$aginaw'. that was just the outline of michigan playin games with my heart. do i even have a life?!*