last workshop at roosevelt tonight. weird. i can't believe i've been a student there for two years. and even though i still have one lit class this summer, and a thesis to finish up, it's kind of like i'm done. i won't see the same MFA students or profs all summer. i won't take the EL into the city for class. i won't watch the sunset over lake michigan and buckingham fountain during workshop. i've had a good experience at RU. my writing has certainly improved, and i think i have as well. but i can't help thinking i could have gotten more out of it. walked away with stronger friendships. it felt like a great community all along, and yet i was never really in it. if that makes any sense. i was part of the in-class community, but missed out on the out-of-class part. and i'm sad that now it's time to go.

in other news, pretty sure the ceiling above my shower is about to start falling down in flakes. the lack of ventilation in the bathroom means lots of condensation on the dry wall ceiling everytime we shower. tonight there were large drops hanging and falling, and the ceiling looks like it's cracking and wrinkling. i'm afraid there might be some serious repair needed, and possibly a whole new shower wall/ceiling piece. oh the joys of the real world.

it's may and that means my calendar shows charles bridge, prague at sunset with an orange sky. love it.

all week i've been getting home at 10pm and finding i have alot to do. i'll be grateful next week when i don't have class and can get home before dinner for a change. (i'm sure grateful will turn into bored very quickly)

i get to see a cute boy tomorrow. and i'm excited. i think he is too.

i'm thinking about making myself some dinner in a minute. it's 11:46pm.

a creepy man sat next to me on the EL last night. it was the first time i've ever felt scared/unsafe in chicago. tonight i was a little on edge, being overly paranoid about the people around me. i'm glad this happened my last week here. i've felt so comfortable otherwise and really enjoyed my time on the EL reading/listening to my ipod/thinking/dozing. i'm glad it wasn't ruined for me sooner. to make matters worse, i think i was freaked after it happened and left my ipod running. today when i got on the EL it was dead. no music for me on my last night.

tummy is rumbling. eyelids are shutting. time to go.