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Today I did little to no work, and I'm going to regret it tomorrow, but it was a full day nonetheless. I woke up around 11 and attempted to take a shower, but they were both in use. So I hung out for a while until they were free and missed brunch. But it was all good. I had easy mac and it made my life. I figured out how to redeem my itunes gift card and now I have itunes AND music! Yay! Bowling for Soup makes my life. (And Aladdin and Beethoven and Josh Groban and a whole bunch of other people.)

Then Sara and I tried to take the 3 o'clock shuttle to Walmart, but the brake broke or got stuck or something, so that didn't work. They said they'd bus us at 4 when the replacement bus came, but then they reneged on their pledge and when we came at 4 they told us we had to take the 5 o'clock shuttle. Even though there was a replacement bus right there! So we were forced to take the 5 o'clock shuttle and miss dinner. It's ok. We got more easy mac, so life is good.

I also found out that Dyke Ball is next weekend. Dyke Ball is a big Wellesley party where they guys go in drag and the women are tastefully but scantily clad. It's "creative black tie." I decided to do the punk thing because the shortest skirt I own is plaid and hopelessly punky looking. As much as I love my body I'm not comfortable enough to go in my underoos. (Heehee, I said underoos!) Although I guess there was a girl last year who went in nothing but blue paint. Don't know how she got in, though. Anyway, since it IS black tie I got some fishnets and a black tie at Walmart. And one of those punky leather wrist thingies. I'm going to see if I can borrow black boots with heels and black nail polish from someone. It would also be awesome if I could find some black fishnet gloves.

Oh man- and I found these cute, affordable resturants in Harvard Square. Yay!

I have anthro reading I really should be doing, but I'm bitter at my book. It's called "Lucy's Legacy" and it's 450 pages long. I'm around pg. 200 and there is yet to be any mention of Lucy. In fact, the discussion of human evolution has been rather limited. I feel like such a loser that I'm getting mad at this because it's not biologically oriented enough, but I want to learn about Lucy! I remember going to the Science Museum as a little kid, back when they had the wooden cut out of Lucy that was her height, and every time we went I'd measure myself against it. It made my life when I finally grew taller than her. And I was so excited when I saw we'd be reading this book because I think Lucy is so cool. But the book is crushing my hopes and dreams. It's also much longer than it has any right to be. Stupid book.

Oh and I have an exam and a quiz this week. I really need to go make my easy mac and do homework until I die.

This is what happens:

I start off the week in English class. I walk in, sit down, we discuss poetry, I love it, even though poetry's not my thing, and I leave, thinking, man, this is what I want to do with my life. The next day I start off in bio. Sometimes I'm bored because I already know most of this stuff, but sometimes I learn really random, cool things- like yeast have sex!- and I leave thinking, man, bio is just too cool for words. I wish we were doing anatomy; it would be even more interesting.
And the moral of the story is, I have NO IDEA what I want to do with my life.

Crazy fencing times!

Oh man- the fencing tournament yesterday was intensly long! We left Wellesley at 7:30, it started between 8:30 and 9 and we left at 11 pm. However, the epee team kicked butt, I won some matches and nobody broke anything or pulled anything so it's all good! (Our sabre team was broken before we arrived, so we can't blame this meet.)
However, I have an uber-ugly and mosterously large bruise on my leg. The other ones aren't as bad. I have a bunch on my front leg, two on my back leg (those were from practice, though, when Jess fleched at me) and a few on my arm. I have an invisable one on my sternum where I got nailed by this girl who randomly hit really really hard. She nailed me in the chin, too, which was mean and unnecessary. Point control! Sheesh.

Marie was in town this weekend, but I didn't get to see her! *cries* I was stuck at MIT all day.

Today Sara and I went questing for easy mac, but apparently they don't sell it in Cambridge. They sell lime shirmp and roast beef ramen, but no easy mac. It wasn't a completely useless trip, though. We found a shoe store and I went in and drooled over and lusted after shoes that cost more than my life. I'll go back when I have money....mwahahaha....
Then we had bubble tea and mini dumplings which were soooo good!

Well, I'm doing this out of order, but oh well.
On Friday I went to see the Vagina Monologues and it was awesome! I highly recommend it to everyone! Well, maybe mostly women, just because I think guys might be weirded out. No, it was not a guy bashing session. There was one monologue about an unfaithful husband and one about a really awesome dude, so it was balanced. The rest didn't include men at all. There was one about miniskirts, one about reclaiming the word "cunt" and one about a sex worker, and one about a Vagina workshop. That one was funny, but I also think I could never go to one. I'd feel too self-concious.

And that was my weekend. I'm looking forward to the day off tomorrow. I'm going to be reading/doing homework all day.

Peer Pressure!

I'm feeling peer-pressered to write about what I want to do with my life! (Kelly and Dana) Hehe. My life.
Alright, here's the plan:
Graduate in '08
Join the peace corps for 27 months. I went to their website today and took their little quiz thing and it said that I have a good chance of being accepted! I was excited! I think I want to go to the Pacific or like, Armenia or someplace. No offense to Africa but I've heard my aunt and uncle's stories and Africa is not for me.
I don't know what comes next. In fact, I change my mind about what I want to do daily. But I think that by the time I graduate I'll probably know. I think.

Actually, after thinking about all the cool courses here, I don't think I want to graduate at all. I just want to stay here and take courses for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll revise that to audit courses here. I don't actually want to take tests or write papers. But I'd love to sit in on the classes and take notes.

And now I'm going to eat dinner or my stomach will start digesting itself.

Too much homework + bad dorm food=

I'm about to start my second week of classes and already I feel a little swamped. I think that's been the general consensus from everybody, though, so I won't compain!
Well, actually....I think the thing is it's not that I have more homework, it's just more of it's writing and less of it's reading. And writing takes me a heck of a lot longer than reading does, so yeah.

This past weekend was the one year memorial for my Godfather. You know how sometimes you can get skeptical about God and Heaven and stuff? Or maybe it's just me. I dunno. But sometimes I'm like, this is pretty far fetched stuff. But then I think about people that I've lost that mean a lot to me and I know that God and Heaven have to exist because it's not possible that I could never see them again, even though I know it's all different in Heaven. Still, they were such wonderful, awesome, life-changing, worthwhile people that they have to be somewhere now. So I guess in some strange way that is totally not for the right reasons, that is why I beleive in God.

Anyway.

Today is also the one year anniversary of my first date with Jeff (no comment there) and it's also Luke's Birthday. Happy birthday, Luke! Too bad Jeff is off somewhere getting high off his butt and failing at life. We could have celebrated together..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Or not.

Alright, I'm going to do one last once-over of my History Response paper.