.

Busy. Busy. Excited. Busy. Busy.

I need to clean my room and my head.

Jaded, I needed a chance of scenery.

The Internship: I will not be at a newspaper this summer. In a plot twist, last week when interviewing a source, he leaned across the desk and offered me an internship at a PolicyThinkTank.

"Just write for us. We'll pay whatever it takes."

How could I say no? No to a summer with TheUsualSuspects, money, the chance to write about education policy in-depth, have an office/share a secretary/stay the summer for once.

I said wait. I said I was afraid of technical articles that no one could understand. And he said unturn rocks. And I said yes. And I'm afraid - there's that always - that I will find myself without insights, leads, and production, but that always works itself out.

The Boy(s): Don't feel like rehashing. But I might as well leave these crumbs. TattooedEngineer is great. But I know, and you know, he's not someone I'll end up with when it's all said and done. And I'm not looking for ThatPerson, but I honestly don't have time right now for anyone else but.

There was a lunch that made this apparent. I'm young and impulsive, but I know birthday candle smoke when I see it so I'll lock up the rest of that for now.

The Body: We dance up the rock wall now. As the weather gets warmer, bike rides beckon. And, hush don't tell anyone you might ruin it, but I think I'll try that Marathon in the fall.

The Insides: I've got nothing to prove anymore.

It's quiet here. Within hours of arrival, I was outfitted in flannel and a wool sweater and put into bed.

It's a refuge here.

It's a quiet spot in snow and literature where I can hide for three days before going back and committing crimes

an abrupt end

catapulting myself for the sake of myself, going up up and away

being selfish

It's just me and me here and a holding period and quiet and refuge.

And it's not fair back there. It's not fair, it's not easy, it's not lethargic, it's kind and sweet and supportive until the line is quickly cut short — the nice one won't finish first; the nicer might not either; in the end, it may very well just be me at the finish line and that just might make me the happiest.

And my hair is growing longer and I'm "breezy," smiles and waterfalls and we all know what that means.