
It’s official, and confirms what you all suspected.
Also, I have an elder wand with dragon core, which is pretty much the most badass combination you could get.
This house is twenty years old. I’ve always known it and considered it a second home—along with my Baba’s house that we sold two years ago now. That was hard. So is this, but a less so, considering the circumstances.
I’ve spent the whole day with my cousins, sorting through junk in the basement, moving furniture, throwing garbage out, and dancing to cheesy old records we’ve slowed down or sped up for laughs—Macedonian dance music that was Baba’s, Sesame Street disco from the ’70s, Barbara Streissand. We took silly videos on Diane’s phone of Ray ribbon-dancing as Macedonian dances buzzed in the background, and videos of Barbies dressed like butch and femme lesbians having sex to the Sesame Street disco. We’ve found a million little insignificant things that make us say “I remember that!” and “Oh man,those…”
After twenty years of making some of my best memories in this house, I’ll never set foot in it again come May 14th. It’s going the way of Baba’s house two years ago—being sold to a family who didn’t build it, and won’t love it as much as we did.
This house is a great house. God, I’ll miss it.
And I haven’t even started writing yet. I had to spend my first hour here finding my three goddamn secondary sources.
0 pages down, 7-8 to go.
1. A certain Libby’s birthday tomorrow…
2. Turning in my 3700 and 4440 papers and washing my hands of this semester once and for all.
3. No longer residing on campus as of Friday
4. Reading books/writing things that are completely unrelated to school
5. Seeing Battle Creek fraaaannns and coming back to Kzoo every now and then for a few more good Pathfinder sessions with Adam and Kristal
6. Seeing my shasta daisies that Robbie cultivated for me for my birthday finally grow some blossoms
7. Making some substantial under-the-table cash helping my aunt with her estate sale and doing the big Illinois dinner with Murder By Design
8. A couple good beach-and-wine days with people before I leave for a month
9. Beth’s wedding
10. PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE. My first time in Europe and studying abroad. A whole month of endless writing, good beer, gorgeous architecture, Art Noveau, cloves, and living in one of the world’s most glorious cities.
11. Moving into my flat with Genae, Darren, and Tony
*My boss’ sexism and objectification.
*People who are too afraid to just jump in and instead treat me like I’m about to break.
*How much of a greedy bitch I can be.
*Today.
*How much I don’t want to leave Kalamazoo.

DREW: Ellen has such a beautiful body, and I personally battled with my own body image for years. I used to tell myself, You can’t wear anything sleeveless or strapless. And all of a sudden I was like, What if I just didn’t send such negative messages to my brain and said, wear it and enjoy it? And now I’m more comfortable in clothes than ever.
ELLEN: That openness. It’s so sexy.
DREW: She was in her freaking bra with an open jacket and hot-pink shorts, skating around the rink with red lips and—
ELLEN: I was having a really good time.
DREW: And she was sexy as a mother—a feral creature. It was great. And it’s so screwed up for girls to think, Oh, because I don’t have that cookie-cutter model body, it must mean I don’t have the right body shape. And I love model bodies, but I just want women to embrace several body shapes. That’s the thing I love about derby. It’s really welcoming.

