[five miles back]

everyone here wears name tags. we got them, and they're where they should be - on the dresser, unused. eventually we'll have to put them on, but i dread that. really it shouldn't be a big deal. none of this should be (i told abi on the way to unload the car that we were going to enjoy this short week no. matter. WHAT. i get tired of always finding things to be pissed about. i get tired of whining about poor company. i manage to enjoy it for a short while then it goes back to being alone and indifferent. only abi stays the same.)
i managed to get some pictures of her sleeping. she sleeps soundly. from the looks of it she didn't even hear the camera shutter bang and the film scroll forward. i hope they turn out.
the light from the window coming in on the whiteness of the beds and her curly hair and long gold arms is too beautiful to resist.
rather than sleep precariously on the stark wooden bunk beds, we wrestled the mattresses to the floor, side by side beneath the window, the radiator, and the pipes. i want to string up a canopy...perhaps.
our room's normal occupant is named devin. i pointed this out to abi and she laughed sheepishly. coincidence?

[intermission]

the south is very beautiful - clogged with green leaves and moisture.
the dorms where we're staying were supposedly erected in the early 20's. there's an old metal pipe running from either side of the the radiator (?) and there's no air conditioning, only a breeze that sneaks in with the clock chimes and breathes on our feet.
abigail naps serenely. the cars on the highway go by. girls in tshirts and skirts (the ubiquitous uniform of christian ladies everywhere) roam the campus on cellphones. rednecks under the roof stand loudly on the stairs and look down the hallway.
i'm still tired but i've had enough of a nap for awhile. it's 4:30. we might go into downtown and look around for a bit; depends on her. i think she could sleep for days and never worry about a thing.
i'm still wondering why we're here, and later the others will probably wonder the same thing. the more i think about it the more i realize that this is part of the excuse for our parents to let us spend the month of june together. we must have figured that with words like 'family' and bible' our parents wouldn't even question.
before i do raise questions, i'd like to point out that our intentions were nothing more than to get away from our homes and normal lives, nothing beyond that. we're not going to run away to montana in the middle of the night.
although i think about that sometimes.

[resignation]

[hooky]

[no. 3 in a flat]

[nm]

[devin]

[on giving up]

(photo by abi)

[greyfriar's]

[jenny]