joel very sweetly called to ask what on earth was wrong with me, and invited me to lurk about in his den after graduation. that's a thought. i can stay in charlottesville for one extra week, till the 25th, to tie up loose ends, and then go to stanford. joel promises to drive us all over california in his big roomy suv. i love the idea of driving for ages and ages. i am very good at sitting still in a car! if i were a child i would be the kind that adults would be amazed to take on long road trips. no noise, no fidgeting, no need to be occupied by silly games keeping count of the cows and blue cars i've seen. just sitting still and enjoying myself and at some point, happily curling up in the back seat and going to sleep. i'm not sure i'm too much in demand as an adult passenger i'm useless at reading maps and reminding people to turn off at the third exit and prefer just to curl up in the backseat and let the other people fiddle with maps. we shall see. joel needs to figure out when his big papers are due and i need to get my tickets by wednesday or thursday. and the ballet doesn't seem that exciting anymore i checked the schedule and abt is performing la fille mal gardee that tuesday and nyc ballet is doing coppelia, neither of which ballet i'm too crazy about. somehow cheerful ballets just don't seem as interesting. coppelia is terribly creepy too. the ones that make you cry - like giselle - now that's what's wonderful. women who die for love are of course my cup of tea.