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So NYU grad school decided to let me in two months after they rejected me. I didn't even read the whole letter. I skimmed it just to see if they mentioned funding. They didn't.

It doesn't bother me at all because I really like UCLA. Earlier in the year I was worried that I would have a horrible time with all the new relationships I'll have to build, but it seems pretty easy to stay out of trouble.

I like all my classes. I am disappointed that I don't have much time to work on a translation that I started in December, but it's just a personal project. The Italian Club will soon be in the hands of new officers, freeing me from some responsibility, and the weather is getting better every day.

So why is my camera sitting up in my closet? I am in a dry spell, I think, because my perception of colors and shapes is less magical. I guess my normal life is usually one of magical realism because I see lots of fantastical connections between little details during the day. But lately, life is just simple and unadorned.