Back in Seattle, and tomorrow is the last day of March.

April is going to be a huzzah! type of month, I already know it.

This is my last spring at SPU, which is a bittersweet thing. It is my favorite season here, because of barefoot walking and homeworking outside. Because of the immense sweep of flowers left and right. Because of flying yellow and red kites at Gasworks and naps on the sand by the lighthouse.

Life moves on! 

Besides the frolicking about, I have a busy time ahead. It will be the time that enlists me among the ranks of all the other Greats in the field of Psychology, I'm sure. Move over, Anna Freud.

what a whirlwind.

i found myself in los angeles today

winding through traffic, yelling at other drivers

and arriving to...Mexico?

no, to 6th and Olympic, where i was told i'd find some "sweet deals" on boutique-style clothes.

no. 

lazily stitched pieces of thin fabric in horrific colors

hoards of stained jeans, ripped dresses and awkward blouses

tent for tent the same thing, stretching down three blocks

the smell of bacon-wrapped hot dogs and $3 watermelon slices

do you all really even need that many clothes? that you'd spend half your day in this place?

yuck. 

what happened to a piece of clothing as a work of art?

to feeling good in a pretty dress that fits you like a glove?

not "settling" for something because it's ten bucks, even though you only "sorta" like it and it makes you look frumpy.

thanks, sart.