Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
-Pablo Neruda, "Song of Despair"
Okay, so i complain about my pre-major advisor (Harold Skulsky), but on the up-side i never have to see him. I e-mailed him last night asking for my registration code so i could drop Russian and he wrote back this morning "Hi, Elizabeth! Your reg. code no. is ******! Have a good semester! Cheers, HS" I love when stuff is so easy.
Unrelatedly, i have decided i want a ring. Wedding rings go on the left hand, right? 'Cause i want one on my right ring finger. When did i get so into accessories?