It's no fun on the sidelines.

I'm feeling loads better tonight. My face just hurt so bad before. There was no way it wasn't a sinus infection. But I caught it so early and got the drugs quick enough that they're already working. I can breathe, I can think, I can make a dent in the homework I once again left until the last minute....

The light in this room flickers really badly. It’s sort of like a strobe light but more of a nuisance and less conducive to dance parties. Maybe I’d feel differently if I were listening to Cobra Starship instead of House of Heroes. Either way I’m still trying to write this thing for this class that I don't want to write a thing for.

But let’s think about the bright side of things for a minute. Tonight I said to Sarah Mac, “I want you to come to Cobra Starship with me so badly that Ima buy you a ticket. Okay?” So we’re going, and I AM PUMPED. I just wanna get down on the floor... come on, bring it!

Brian Pittman for President

I watched the presidential debate last night. I have to say that I could have thought of at least two dozen better ways to spend a Friday night off the top of my head, such as distributing little plastic green army men or eating broken glass, but alas, I have decided to try to care about this year's election - or at least look like I care, and know what people are talking about when it comes up in conversation. Not to mention I was too sick to do anything worth doing. Jess made dinner for last year's posse, and both the food and the company were delicious. Not that I tasted the company or anything; I mean "delicious" in the Guy Ripley sense, i.e., "wonderful."

I've leaned toward Obama for the past like half a year, mostly because Bryce presented a really convincing argument for him last spring and nobody ever said much to refute him. Bad reason for bias, I know, but that's how it was. Now that I'm getting more informed, I'm starting to feel like either one would be capable, but both would also do things that I object to. Everyone says you should care and vote because every vote counts, but I'm starting to feel like it would be better for me to refrain from voting rather than making an arbitrary choice. Because if every vote counts, I don't want mine to be the wrong one.

I'm uber sick and my mommy's here to take me home and make me all bettery. Gordon's effing health center is closed on weekends - as if no one will ever need a doctor on a Saturday. Dumb dumb dumb. TTFN.

Pocketful of Stars

I have discovered the beauty of chai tea. I dislike most teas. I think it's because I'm accustomed to drinking really sweet things, like juice, and for hot drinks, really rich things like cocoa. Anyway, I've now had chai tea twice in the past week and found it to be delicious both times. This is a good thing, since I'll have to drink a lot more of it if I catch a cold. Which I think I am.

I made like a hundred paper stars during class today and handed them out to people at dinner. I love the thought of a little origami star brightening someone's day. I also like the idea of manufacturing my own wishing stars. There are a lot of things I need to wish for (or just a few things that I need to wish for a lot of times).

My pajamas still smell amazing. Kate (not to be confused with Katie, my roommate) has determined that I am an oyster and that I change sexes while I sleep. Nathan vehemently refutes this claim. Meanwhile, I just wish that whatever boy smelled this good would come schneckle with me again, and that I would have some recollection of it this time.

Good thing I have all these wishing stars. ^_~

In search of Boy

Uuummmmm.

Katie and I are taking turns smelling my PJ shirt because for some reason, it smells OVERWHELMINGLY of boy. And I am baffled and confused for several reasons. One, I don't think I've even spoken to a boy in person in like two or three days, let alone hugged one or schneckled with one. Two, this is the shirt I SLEEP in. And three, it's not like this thing came straight out of the wash or anything. I've already worn it one or two nights, and this is the first time it's smelled this good. o_o

Conjectures and theories are welcome.....

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Someday

Whoever told Autumn he was allowed to take over already should be fired. I slept terribly last night - and in my OWN bed, which is really sad. You see, my bed is right under a huge skylight, so the cold just sort of seeps in. And I actually drank tea this morning to warm up (both my body and my vocal cords). I don't drink tea, generally. Or coffee, which I had after falling asleep for THREE HOURS this evening, completely by accident. And now I'm still going. Fudge. At least I don't have to get up for class tomorrow.

The special music went really well this morning, especially considering neither my sister nor I had ever seen the song before 9:00 today. It was a typical Rich song (Rich being the pastor/my old youth pastor): 3 chords, with the tune of the chorus repeated in the verses. So I forced myself to figure out and learn to hold the harmony notes, just to mix things up a little.

I tried to style my hair so the turquoise was unnoticeable, since I figured if my mom has such a problem with it, the older, traditionalist crowd at my church would have a much bigger problem with it. But after the service, an older lady said to me, "Is that green in your hair?" I said, "Yeah, it used to be turquoise but it faded...." And she goes "Oh! Turquoise sounds like a lovely color to put in your hair."

Could you tell my mom that? Please? Kthxbye.


Quote of the day:
Nathan: I am fucking loopier than fruit loops incarnate

Foods, Spoons and Automobiles

I am home.

It was the farthest I've ever driven by myself. Traffic was light when I hit exit 37A to 1-93, which was really a blessing because that exit scares the crap out of me. Five exits beforehand my heart started pounding just at the thought of it. It's positioned right after an on-ramp, so you have to merge with all the cars that are trying to get onto the highway and out of the lane that will take them right back off the exit. And it's the same way on the other end of the exit: if you don't merge left pretty quick, you're back on I-95/128.

But I hit bad traffic once I got to the tunnel that goes under Boston.

Then I picked Trish up at the Braintree T station, and she had bubble tea for me - yay! My favorite kind is green tea with mango flavor. No milk. Take note. After that we went to the mall, where I bought purple hair dye at Hot Topic. Later my dad said, "Can't you dye your hair a color that doesn't turn green?" And I said, "Well, I just bought purple today," and my mom just groaned. She hates it when I color my hair. She used to love it when I highlighted it blonde. It's just fun colors that she opposes.

We went out to dinner AND dessert as a family. I told my mom about the Somewhere Over the Rainbow synaesthesia incident and she was like, "You are so weird!" Gee, thanks mom. Way to be supportive of my unique condition. I don't even have it bad. Although as a child, it used to keep me awake at night, wondering how they got the shapes inside the cassettes....

Anyway, I ate so much food that my stomach couldn't handle it, and now I have a tummyache. The heating pad is my friend. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to wake up early and go learn a new song on guitar to play for special worship tomorrow. Talk about leaving things til the last minute.

I'm just pleased as punch to say that my sister and I are getting along really great! We even talked about - gasp! - sharing clothing! I've always wanted to be close enough to someone to do that, but everyone I'm that close to wears a completely different size, shape, and style of clothing, so fail. But Julia is tall and skinny like me, so we can totally mooch off each other. I love that we can have fun conversations and laugh together now. We never used to. She's finally getting out of the annoying pre-teen phase she started at about age nine. Or two.

Last night, I went spooning with John. It was epic and fabulous. We went all over campus, putting little green army men in random places. I think I like them better than the spoons we normally use because they can't be mistaken for trash. We scaled the windowpanes in the chapel, stacked chairs in the dining hall to put one atop the clock, and climbed up each other to stick them on ledges and windowsills. We're both tall, which definitely helped. We found a huge, blank white board in a classroom in Ken Olsen (the new science building) and wrote in huge letters on it, "Her body will lie in the chamber forever. Love and kisses, Tom Marvolo Riddle." Bahahaha.

I'm having a pretty good day. =)

This morning, Katie and I went out for brunch at Denny's. Twas delightfully not-Lane-ish. My 1:15 class got cancelled, and the prof couldn't make it to my 3:00 so we got out at 4:20 instead of 5. Then we all smoked weed.

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Kate: I really love the - FRICKMUFFINS!

Kate: Whatcha doin
Me: Writing down the bread groups leaders' names so I can contact them for the Tartan.
Kate: Oh. I'd better step away before I look too interested.

Me: It can be your "Where's Sarah?" shirt. Wheres Waldo?! I mean... Sarah.

Sarah: I thought you said, "My teeth are sweating," and I was like, "...isn't that just spit?"

Gillian Kingsbury: I had a dream in which i wielded your quadruple lightsaber to save cara's ass. for in dreams the logic of how much one wouldn't work at all didn't apply. I was kickin bum and takin names

Martha: I love your shirt.
Me: Thanks! Do you know Cobra Starship?
Martha: Umm... I've heard of them...
Me: They're really dancey.
Martha: Then I would probably like them. I like to dance, even though I'm bad at it.
Me: Yeah, I can't dance either. I think it's cause my moves are white.... white hot, that is.

True Confessions

One of those things where you write 20 things about 20 people you know... and all the things you could never say to them, yada yada yada. Don't ask questions.

1. You are the coolest person ever. Seriously. You don’t think you are. But you are. I want to do the stuff you do, know the people you know, go the places you go; your life is like one big (sometimes overly dramatic) adventure, and I love it. I wish you’d open up to me about stuff, tell me what’s going on in your life. I won’t tell your secrets. I won’t judge you. I know that you sometimes do things that I myself would not do, but that shouldn’t change our friendship. I just want us to be honest with each other and build our trust.

2. I am so grateful for our friendship. You probably don’t think about this as much as I do, but I think we gained a lot from everything we went through. We learned so much about each other and about ourselves, and that’s why we’re so close now. I love that we can do nothing, say nothing, and just enjoy each other’s company. I don’t have a lot of relationships like that.

3. You’re like my sister, my lover, my friend and my role model all rolled into one. I enjoy every minute we spend together. You can always make me smile. I can talk to you about pretty much anything. We have so many memories left to make together, and I can hardly wait!

4. I really enjoy your company and love when we get to spend time together, even though we’re both really busy. I can’t wait to see how our friendship will grow!

5. You’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met. But I’m glad to have found closure with you.

6. You have really strong, close friendships with people, but I don’t feel like I’m one of them, and that makes me sad. I wish we did more together and talked more.

7. You have NO idea how much I flippin MISS YOU or how happy you make me when we’re together, no matter what we’re doing. You’re so strong, always willing to try anything once. You care so much about everyone you know, no matter how close to you they actually are. You work your tail off, and it pays. Your faith is amazing. You have seen and done so much, been so many places, met so many people, and it has made you a really grounded person. Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough to be your friend because I don’t have those experiences, but I want to have them, and I want to share them with YOU.

8. I don’t have as many memories with you as I’d like, but the ones I have are all amazing. You have a lot of wisdom and insight into people and relationships. At the same time, you’re so much fun to be with! I admire how balanced you are. You can be crazy and silly when the time is right, but you work hard and take your friendships seriously.

9. Was there something there? For a minute I thought so, but then you proved me wrong. We have a lot in common; we should hang out again. There doesn't have to be something if you don't want.

10. You’re so good. You love God and I know that in everything you’re trying to do what he wants. Sometimes it makes me feel like I’m a bad person (even though everyone else thinks I’m so “good.”) You try to convince me and yourself that you don’t care, but it’s normal, good, and healthy to care. Don’t give up so easily! You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. ^_^

11. You don’t care about me, though you were really good at making it look like you did for a while there. You’re shallow and a liar. Eff you.

12. You are so awesome! I totally have a girl crush on you. It’s like, I try so hard to think outside the box, and you just… don't even HAVE a box. You’re brilliant.

13. It sort of feels like you’ve completely disappeared from my life. That’s what you get for moving so far away this year. We should be less lazy and do stuff together, because I miss you and your ridiculous sense of humor.

14. I love having awkward conversations with you. It’s so funny. We both love to laugh, but I know that if I ever need you to be there for me, you will.

15. We don’t hang out at all now. It’s probably both of our faults. Your positive attitude and cheerful demeanor make the people around you happy, too.

16. I don’t want to need you, but I do. (And I’ll never tell you straight up.)

17. I admire your quirks. You’re okay with being different. You don’t even have to try to be cool; you just are.

18. You’re so awkward, and I love that about you. You just say whatever comes to mind without worrying about it. Nothing embarrasses you.

19. I miss being best friends with you. We were such a big part of each other’s lives for so long, and then it all just went away. Where did it go? What’s stopping us from being that close now? You’re so willing to talk about everything in your life with the person closest to me, yet you never tell me anything. That hurts. Why don’t you trust me?

20. We’re going to be friends for a long, long time. There is simply no way around it. We have a ton of differences, and we definitely butt heads, but I’m really excited that we’ve been able to go places and talk about things more lately than we ever used to. That’s how I always wanted us to be, and I always got so jealous of my other friends who had that sort of relationship in their lives. I think you get down on yourself too much. Don’t take life so hard. Keep a positive attitude: even the things that you don’t really want to do can become an adventure, a learning experience, or just plain fun if you let them! I hope you know that you can always tell me anything. I won’t tattle on you. Pinky swear.

Sixth Grade Poetry Assignment

While babysitting tonight, it fell to me to help a sixth grader write a poem. I was excited until I saw the outline he was supposed to use. Good grief! Who can be expected to write even halfway decent poetry under such restrictions? Every line said, "I (verb) _fill in the blank_." And the fill-in-the-blank instructions were really, really specific. After I yelled at the assignment, I realized I had probably encouraged the kid not to take it seriously, so I offered to write one of my own. I was amazed: it didn't completely suck. So here it is.

I Am Bored.

I am bored and thinking inside the box right now.
I wonder what’s for dessert….
I hear Cobra Starship playing inside my head and
I want to have a dance party.
I am bored and thinking inside the box right now.

I pretend that I can fly. Sometimes,
I feel the clouds between my toes and
I touch the moon with my face.
I worry that I won’t be able to come back down, and then
I cry for all the people I left behind down there; but
I am bored and thinking inside the box right now.

I understand the parameters. I just don’t like them.
I say a poet should be free to touch the moon with her face!
I dream of creation beyond the walls of this box.
I try to break free, try to put an end to this over-end-stopping.
I hope the frozen yogurt is vanilla tonight.
I am bored and thinking inside the box right now.

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I'm seriously debating whether I should change my novel from first to third person. A lot depends on the main character's emotions, but a good writer should be able to communicate those emotions from either perspective, right? I just don't know. I always imagined it in first person, but maybe that's because I perceived the dreams that inspired it from the point of view of the dreamer, which can't be helped. I guess it comes down to, how much will I lose by putting it in third person? And, do I want to give up the uniqueness of writing a fantasy story in first person? I'm at a loss! D=

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Today in chapel, the speaker used the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" to illustrate a point he was making. Entirely aside from the fact that his point was about sex, thus ruining the song that defined my childhood, let me tell you about the other reason I couldn't stand his use of the song.

I do this thing when I listen to music. I did it more when I was little. When I hear a song, or especially an album, it has a shape to it. Like, as the music progresses, it's going different directions spatially. These days it often takes on the direction of the lyrics printed in the CD insert, but I remember a couple of cassettes I used to listen to as a kid, and I can still name most of the songs on them based on where they fall on the shape of the cassette as a whole. Because The Wizard of Oz and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" were such a big part of my childhood, the song has a really, really distinct shape, sort of like this:



So when the speaker played someone's cover of the song, and it didn't follow the original one EXACTLY, I started getting really pissed off that the shape was wrong. I don't even really remember how the song related to the point he ended up making. Which is probably for the best, because I really don't want to think about sex the next time I watch my all-time favorite movie.

Manic Tuesday

Today was my busy day.

Breakfast: went to the mailroom to see if the CD I requested from Philmont two weeks ago had come yet. No dice, so I texted Scott, who said he'd sent it a week and a half ago. GORDON MAILROOM FAILS.

Principles of Design (9:45-12:45): fire alarm went off, was glad I didn't have my computer in case I would've accidentally broken it again. Contemplated possible blood relation of my classmate to Adam T. Siska. Somehow transformed "random" geometric shapes into a significant expression of my present emotions.

Lunch: half an hour, which was enough to drop off my art supplies in Ferrin, buy a sandwich to go, and check my mail AGAIN. MY CD FINALLY GOT HERE.

Writing for the Media (1:15-2:50): Jo remembered that my name isn't Suzanne (probably because I interviewed her last week.... it would just be plain embarrassing for her to confuse me with someone else after that.)

Poetry (3:00-5:00):

Postcard

Hello. I am here
to let you know that someone is thinking of you.
He hopes you’re well.
Phase one of boot camp has been hell
but he says he’ll make it through.
Hello. I am here
Because someone carved out time to write just a few
words on a page
in the midst of a loaded day
because he’s thinking of you.

Thank God you got here.
I’ve been waiting all summer long to read his scrawl,
this month the third
Since I last heard from him. His words
I draw about me, a shawl.
Last time he was here,
we sprinted on the sky. When we got tired, we sprawled
in the tall grass.
Unstop my pen. I can’t write past,
“Wish you were here. Yours always.”

Dinner: 45 minutes, enough to sit down while I eat dinner AND dessert. Listened to the new Philmont EP on my way to...

Applied Communication (6:45-7:45): discussed our short film, which is probably going to be on synaesthesia. Some of the others talked about using the idea of synaesthesia to generate a narrative. This is fine by me. I'm a story lover. But their idea was about a guy who uses his synaesthesia to rob a bank, which isn't really up my alley. I guess you give and take, but I want to enjoy working on this project and have a product that I like. I guess that's a little idealistic for the real world. Better get used to it.

Trash Club just came by. I missed them. That trek out to the dumpster is so taxing. Not really, but it IS outside this year, which is a bummer.

Bridges

“Bridges”

I’ve been jumping off bridges without you,
and it’s just not the same.
I had a dream that you weren’t there. I went
out to find you in the rain.

The trail you left wound up, up and
nowhere. There I saw you, framed
like the pixels and particles you
arrange so lovingly; framed
in the lilies and the leaves and the toadstools,
framed

in a pool of water deep as the sky
and green with tree trunks mid-cartwheel.
There is something better on the underbelly of this
reflection, and I am going to find it.

Raindrops leave their perfectcircle deathnotes,
scars spinning across the perfectmirrorpool.
It can’t be summer all year round.
Soft, sunshine, don’t you make a sound.
I put my face to the dappled mirror, wanting
to see the inverted city’s wooden skyline
But I drown trying to get there.

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New poem, free verse. It came out way more depressing than I really intended, but as I wrote it I realized that it embodies my feelings on the issue pretty well. Yep, depression. Suckfest.

The first stanza I've had all summer, with no idea how to complete the thought until I was out walking in the rain today (and after I walked to Nebraska by mistake earlier this week).

Edited.

Gakk!! I just got my latest article back from the news editor, and she broke it up into these baby-bite grafs that are only a sentence long! God-awful. I can't even read it when it looks like this.

Nebraska

Today I got utterly, hopelessly lost following a bike trail in the Gordon woods. It quickly led me into not-so-Gordon woods. Based on the mental map I had of the area, I can't imagine how I wound up where I did. I followed this trail for like 45 minutes. The map in my head said I had to come out at my campus, on Grapevine Road, or on Chebacco Road, or else hit the waterfront - inevitably. None of these things had happened yet and I started to worry.

I spied a little street down a hill to my right. The hill was steep, and there wasn't a trail going down to the street, so I stayed on the path. Then I came to a car. Right in the middle of the woods. There was no road leading to it; it must have driven on the footpath, and it must have been a long, long time ago, because this retro car lay open to the world, doors busted off and half-buried in the dead leaves.

Finally getting a little sketched out, I called up Trisha, just to hear a human voice speak reason in my ear. I was glad I still had a cell phone. I was glad reception still existed. I'd gotten the impression I'd walked into some sort of time warp or something and technology was long dead, or not even invented yet. I thought I would end up like one of Isaac Marion's characters, wandering the unfamiliar woods as centuries fly by without my knowledge until suddenly I come across this TV in the middle of nowhere and find a mile-long power cord to plug it in so I can watch the silver static flicker on the screen.

Trish and I decided I should turn around and follow the bike trail the way I'd come. I should find my way back before either dusk or rain decided to fall. I have a very good sense of relative direction - that is, I can find my way back through a maze the way I've just come. This comes in handy since I often miss signs while driving until I've passed the turn I wanted. But this maze was beyond my comprehension. There were so many little turn offs that I couldn't recognize the one I'd come from. I wished I could've thought like Hansel and Gretel and left myself some sort of clue. Instead I doubled back again and found the road. At least that HAD to lead to civilization (if civilization still existed).

I promptly stumbled upon a cornfield and thought, "Crap. I'm in the middle of frickin Nebraska now. How do these things happen to me?"

But then I found an intersection with Rte 22 and followed that road to a little farm stand. Walking in to ask for directions, all I could think about was how much I wanted food. You'd think I'd been wandering the woods for days the way I drooled over the fresh fruit and the tantalizing prospect of guacamole. But of course, I didn't have money with me. I don't generally bring cash into the woods with me. What am I going to buy? Mushrooms?

So instead of food, I got directions to Grapevine Road. I cannot imagine how I was where I was. I followed 22 to the intersection in Hamilton where Aaron and I scared that driver that one time we hid in the bushes. It was still a half hour walk back to my dorm from there. By the time I got to Woodland, the student overflow parking lot, my legs hurt so bad that I was going probably 1/4 mile per hour. But someone was looking out for me when I left campus with, of all random things, CAR KEYS in my pocket! I gave up on walking and drove the last 100 yards home. The end.

News, News, News

My news article on the lounges in Ferrin (my residence hall) being turned into rooms made the front page of the student paper! Woot. I also have a review of Tropic Thunder in this issue.

For next week's issue of The Tartan, I had a phone interview with Jo Kadlecek this morning. She's a communication professor who is now working with the college communication office. She teaches my media writing class, so I was a little stressed before making the call. She's always seemed very approachable and warm, but I just worried that I would mess up and she'd think I was stupid. Of course, she didn't. She spoke slowly enough for me to get things down and even pointed out which of my questions were particularly good. I should've known she would understand, since she's usually on my side of the conversation (that is, the interviewer side).

That lasted until 10:25, which is when chapel starts. This year I've been getting there late, even when I give myself seven or eight minutes (by my clock, which is fast) to make the three minute walk. I guess they just start ridiculously early. Anyway, I knew they'd never let me in. Nobody wants to sit through convocation - usually a panel discussion, i.e., lots of talking and no music - without at least getting chapel credit. So instead I stayed in Ferrin and dyed my hair turquoise again.

I was going to take a picture of my newly dyed hair, but my photo booth isn't working. I think the Apple store might have messed up my camera when they replaced my screen, which I busted last weekend by shutting the plug inside of it when a fire alarm went off. It cost me $700 to fix. Or more accurately, it cost my Dad that much. Good old Dad. It's good to know someone always has your back. It just infuriates me that if I had set the alarm off myself and the fire department had had to come check things out, the fine, $650, would've cost less than the repairs.

Jesus has a new face (again).

After I got my laptop fixed from the time I shut the power cord inside it, the webcam wasn't working. I brought it into the Apple store and the guy at the genius bar entered a code, which seemed to fix it. But then I got back to school and it wasn't working again. Three weeks later, I finally got around to making another appointment (which was a story all it's own... more on that in a minute.) Turns out the brand new display they installed was a dud, so the lappy has another new screen. Fortunately, this one was free of charge.

If I never properly explained why the lappy is named Jesus... it's because he got resurrected after 3 days in the Apple store ER that time I broke his face.

Sooo the story of making my appointment. I was out looking for Halloween costumes with Katie and Sarah last night, and we stopped by the Apple store. I decided I'd just make an appointment to get the dumb webcam fixed so I could cross it off my to-do list. So when I made this appointment, I asked to borrow a pen to write the time on my hand. The guy who was helping me offered me a card to write it on, but I was like "nope. I'll lose that. Hopefully I won't lose my hand. If I don't come back tomorrow, it'll be because I don't have a hand anymore." And for some reason he found this utterly hilarious and begged me to come back. Then as we're leaving Katie was all, "way to flirt with the Apple store guy...." Which made the whole thing ten times funnier.

The trip to the mall was otherwise a complete failure. Katie did not find the jeans she wanted. None of us found costumes. I guess a Princess Mononoke outfit is kind of hard to find, even when you limit yourself to simply finding a shapeless purple dress on a clearance rack somewhere. By the time we left, poor Sarah was asleep on her feet. But when we went to Target to get drugs for Sarah's cold, I found this knit dress that was uber cute, besides being the perfect color and blah-shape for a Miyazaki heroine. It was a bit of a splurge - $30 - but it's serving many a purpose, one of those being to show off my sexytastic legs. XD

Then Sarah and I did our hair purple. I tried to bleach part of it first, since I was doing streaks instead of tips this time, but the blonde dye failed. I finally got the strand a shade lighter than it had been and put in the purple. It looks more blue than anything, and unless you look closely, it could totally be mistaken for dark brown. Which I guess is a good thing if I'm going to see my mother in the next month. Even though she's probs reading this. Hi, mom.

Oh, and I got to totally embarrass myself in the bathroom because Philmont, this amazing band from NC, asked fans to help them make a music video by singing along to one of their songs. But first, they asked that the fans prepare in some way - do their makeup, hair, stretch, drink an energy drink - so I filmed myself dyeing my hair, then I donned my headphones and proceeded to rock out all over the bathroom. I lip-synced the whole thing because by then it was past midnight and I didn't want to bother anybody, but this one girl came in while I was going nuts and I confused the heck out of her because she was already half asleep. And of course I couldn't stop to explain. I look pretty flippin special for about 90% of the video, which is unfortunate, but I'm gonna send it anyway and just pray that they use the 10% where I don't look like an r-tard.

Well, I should try and finish some homework before the Art/Music/Justice show tonight, which I'm only going to so that CEC will have money to book Philmont. Maybe I can just do homework DURING the show. It's not like anyone's gonna be dancing. I mean, there are pews. Not to mention people here are pretty conservative for students at a liberal arts college. Merh.

FIVE DAYS UNTIL COBRA STARSHIP!!!