May 23, 2001

I haven't much felt like writing lately. I decided to take it easy in my paper journal for a few days because I was writing at light speed and I have this plan that I'm going to start a new journal when I leave for work. Actually have a correlation between journal and new period in life. Amazing concept. I'm not one of those new diaries every new year's or birthday kind of girls.

I sent my big huge Marshall McLuhan (he's such a groovy thinker) paper to the teach, my English teacher from high school. He called to tell me he thought it was wonderful and that my presentation of my argument was great. Hooray! I like being complimented. I completely haven't read that paper since I handed it but he asked about cinema verite and the Blair Witch. Oh dear. The Blair Witch is fake!!!! Fake!!!! And the old guys who do those documentaries are real! But he knew that!

I just overshot my exclamation point allowance. I am apologizing to my journalism writing tutor from first year right now.

As for David... we were supposed to get together last night and I copped out. He said maybe tonight and he copped out. Tomorrow. I get it all over with tomorrow.

I'm still floating from the teach's nice things about my paper! I'm sorry this is short but I once again have a sinus headache. I don't get it. The spray and the ibuprophen should lick them but no. I still have a headache. But the ibuprophen seems to be working on my tendonitis.

Oh. I've been having weird dreams again. Instead of my usual nightmares about getting a roommate in a horrible room in Alex Hall like last summer, I'm dreaming about the journalism school. I dreamt that I was trying to check my email and I went into the computer lab were Eugene the terrible (my beloved copy editing prof) was teaching. He shooed me out, nicely enough I guess, and told me to get to class. Except I didn't know where my class was. And I couldn't find a free computer to check my email and I desperately needed to. And the computers were messed up and the photography prof was yelling that I'd screwed up his photos and wrecked his darkroom... The only thing that hasn't happened of those is the darkroom. But it might this year because I might pull an uglylovebug and use my indiglo in the darkroom. Oops.
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