I am the sun’s reflection off the moon. I am the breeze that runs through wet grass. I am the source of the fire’s heat. I am LUPINA.
Yesterday I discovered the way of living here: nomadic hedonistic scholarship. Have class, go to a spot outside, smoke pot, study your books which you find awesome because you took actually cool classes, go ear when you get hungry (free), go get water (free), go piss (costs urine). It’s fucking awesome.
Last night I went to explore north campus at night. I just went north on that walkway adjacent to the train track and kept going past the [duck]. It was sick, the sports fields. The stars were all there when you looked up, the moon krept up over the horizon, slowly being shadowed by the Earth. It was a lunar eclipse. She was so beautiful. It really felt like you were looking out into space. I was smoking pot, of course. Somewhere around here, the name LUPINA came to me. Maybe when I was explaining my cosmological beliefs to {Laurelie}, maybe sometime on the quiet walk back. I would be LUPINA. I would go back to that field and play music. Beautiful and haunting music. I would be completely comfortable with myself. ARDETTE, in earnest.
Today I signed up for viola lessons indeed. Viola instead of violin because I want to go for more huanting than piercing.
Today I felt like a million bucks. I complimented someone, got most of my homework done, ate a salad, ate free ice cream, made friends by walking up and saying “can I stand here?” Later I have a party in my name. A vampire themed party.
Je suis Lupina. Je suis Kira. Je vais Être.
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