I was riding my bike through campus today, concentrating on all the things I had to do, when someone standing in White Plaza shouted, "Free Chalk! Is pink ok?" I stopped my bike and walked up to her as she reached out her arm and handed me that fat piece of sidewalk chalk. She said, "Draw or write whatever you like. Wherever." And then I looked down and saw on the road and sidewalk, people had written all sorts of things, like "I'm in LOVE!!" and statistics about AIDS and to come to their party on Saturday night. Then I looked up at the sun shining through some brilliant orange leaves and squatted down to write "Life is Beautiful".

-h

A couple of weekends ago, my friend Abena celebrated her 20th birthday in the best way known to man --- in a room full of trampolines. The place is called Sky High and is my own personal heaven. Even the walls are bouncy. We did get creamed by some ten year olds in dodgeball, though. All in all, that hour of my life was perhaps the best stress reliever, even more so than African drumming. I want to go every weekend.

This past weekend one of my best friends of all time, Lexie, got married. I got to go home for the weekend and celebrate the happy day with her family and friends. AND... I got to see Andrew! Yay! It was wonderful spending a couple of days with him, but saying goodbye was so hard.

Congratulations, Lexie and Jeffrey!!!

-h

dear andrew,

i miss you.

love,

heidi

i guess that's what you get for picking a techie major. sometimes i wish i could just be a surfer bum. i guess i'd have to learn to surf first, but it can't be harder than organic chemistry and differential equations, right? wish me luck this quarter :)

-h

So this post is surely belated but with at least decent reason: school. This semester I am once again taking 18 credits, but with an added twist... I got a job (as in off campus). I now work at the Pizza Factory which I thoroughly enjoy, but it does take up between 15 and 20 hours a week. The cumulative effect of this is me filling completly drained by Thursday. I love my classes and would not drop any of them (though I do have one class in which I am surronded by Glenn Beck loving neo-cons; which can be a bit tiring) but at times it does get overwhelming.

Enough of my uninteresting life. The point of this post is that it is my first one since heidi returned to Stanford and I remained here in Logan. It is expectedly difficult, but I feel much more confident and comfortable about it all then last year.

Closing thought (s)... Damon Cann is an excelent professor. As is Micheal Lyons. Oh, and having foreign language classes with RM's is about as much fun as reading epistemology. And if you have ever read any epistemology you know what I am talking about.

Back on the Farm (that's what some nerds decided to call Stanford). I'm so excited to be back at my beautiful school, but am missing Andrew oh so much. This should be a good quarter, but life is always better with my Handsomely Handsome.

-h