Local Graduate Outwits Pool of Melted Wax

And buffalo grow on trees. When they are full-sized they just fall off. They're attached by their tails, of course; it's the only obvious place.

We always do this. Last summer it was Matthew turning into a gelatinous heap, but just before I leave to go back to Morris Matthew, Ali and I are so silly ... I will miss them.

I have no money. I will not have any money ever. Until fall, maybe. Three months, that's not so bad ...

I'm not done packing. And I'm pretty sure when I was gone yesterday afternoon my mom packed things I don't think she should have. Argh.

Ali's still here; she spent the night. We stayed up talking until six. Not on purpose; she was even sleepy. I used to be the one who'd get sleepy when she'd still want to watch movies or something, but things are different now. I kept forgetting she was tired because we just kept talking ... about our boyfriends, M. Night Shyamalan, "cows growing in the wild," Aaron Sorkin, the way Darren is a sponge, Ali is the ocean, I'm probably a basin or a swimming pool, and Matthew is either a quasar or the Bermuda Triangle" ... And then I sat up in bed and said, "Is it getting light out?!" Indeed it was. That was about a quarter to five.