April

First note: I caved. I caved and used shampoo--I know, I know. Awful. I couldn't help it. I like fluffy suds in my hair during the shower, they are kind of like therapy. I missed them, and felt sooo good after the first shampooing. Oh well, maybe I'll try again some other time. Right now I'll just deal with the reality of angry shampoo bubbles on my scalp.

This is a weird time...it won't be long till I know for sure where I'm going to grad school--most everything will happen the 15th. I feel an awkward standstill--as if I can't fully acknowledge anything I'm feeling right now until I know what the future is like. Everything seems very slow and very loud. 

This Saturday I'm presenting some of my poetry at the research symposium...looking forward to that since it will be my first "sort-of" individual reading. You should go if you can--10:30.

The plan is that by the time I graduate from grad school I should have something published somewhere. There's a poet out there already named Nicole Walker...I'm not getting married for a few years, so I'm thinking of tweaking my first name. Any suggestions? Not Nikki. 

This post is very disjunctive. I think some writing is in order, too bad I have astronomy right now.