Thanks to Devin.

So I should be packing now, but I was burning chapters of HP5 to CD and Maya just updated and this was absolutely fascinating.

See you all soon, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

PS: Old shit like this amuses me.

In 30 days.

Holy shit.

PS: I wonder what my parents think.

I'm done with my first year of college classes.

Outside it feels like summer and I really, really wish I were in Maine right now. Although I am told this is the worst time of year for mosquitoes, so perhaps I am better off.

Still.

Getting new glasses next week, hurrah. Apparently the prescription on the old pair is fine, but it doesn't do me any good when they fall off all the time. But the nice lady dilated my pupils so I had to spend 2 hours wearing some dorky piece of dark plastic over my eyes and not being able to read. Oh, life.

Wow, I'm really hungry. That happens sometimes.

I don't have a final until Saturday. (Although I have to say: who the hell schedules a final on Saturday?) Tomorrow maybe I'll get up early and walk to Cordonices Park and the Rose Gardens. I'm sure they're beautiful now, but I haven't been since November.

I am so ready for summer.

Hm.

I want to go back to Arcata. Anyone want to come?

PS: I need new headphones.

So every time my period's been late I'm worried it's stopped because I don't eat enough.

The upside?

No PMS.

(I am trying to eat more though. Not eating is a really bad habit to get into)...

Why don't we say funny things like "Ballyhoo" anymore?

I'm writing Twelfth Night porn!

News at 11.

time is moving slowly
how strange--

So I had an awesome class today involving me trying to teach the class Elliott Smith and then getting covered in chalk. Um. Not at the same time. Mel had this bird lady in named Bijou or something and she was supposed to be a movement coach. Mostly she looked like a mime and didn't make much sense, but somehow teaching something related to rhythm turned into me teaching everyone the first two lines of "Between the Bars." It didn't work, so Ryan tried to get them to sing "Get Back," which was a little more successful but not by much.

Then more people did their monologues. This involves like 20 minutes of someone starting to talk, then getting cut off by Mel, then trying it all over again. The bird lady made it worse because she interrupted Mel interrupting us. I didn't mind, though, because she made a suggestion that I write on a chalkboard while I talked. And I did. And all of a sudden I had this random flow of inspiration and it was brilliant and it totally worked. And even Mel liked it, and he is ridiculously hard to please.

For instance, the first line of the monologue is "Hello everyone. I'm dead. How are you?" So before I started talking, I wrote "EMMA=DEAD" on the board. Or when I referred to my character's fiancé "spending all his time with Montgomery Clift and George Cukor watching movies" I wrote "(gay!)" on the board. And so on and so forth and it was really just awesome.

Then I went into a rather nice description of lesbian sex. But that didn't involve the blackboard, I'm afraid.

All in all, I win.

I just spent two hours talking about MASTURBATION and now I can't do it.

Fuck my roommate.

Spring Break photos are up. Particularly debauched photos are friends-locked, as per usual. The pretty ones, of course, are not.

So I told my cousin CJ I'm engaged to a girl today. And he was totally cool with it.

...kind of a relief. He's part of the conservative side of the family but he's absolutely my favorite distant relative. So I imagine now the news is going to spread to the rest of that side of the family but for the most part I don't really care what they think. Unless his sister's kids think I'm going to hell, in which case I'll be really upset. But in any case. I feel better, because I really wasn't sure how he'd react. I mean, I've known him since I was 6, but I only see him about once a year.

Anyway I'm going to go study my French now. I have a midterm tomorrow and Thursday.

Oh, internets.

In other news, am no longer made of play-dough. Thanks for an awesome weekend, dudes.

-j

Today I saw a girl arrested for giving a man water.

Oh, life--

I don't think anyone knows what they're fighting for.

So last weekend I went down to see The Folks in Joshua Tree.

The trip was good--beautiful scenery and a chance to hottub naked under the stars all by my lonesome--and for the most part my parents were ok. Received the odd passive-aggressive remark and got my mother to sort of admit she wished I were straight, but other than that ok.

Then I got home with them, all of a sudden felt extraordinarily claustrophobic and hemmed in, and went into hysterics without the usual prompting of an actual argument with anyone. April rescued me which only made things worse because my parents thought it was her fault I was a total mess... and in any case I missed my flight. So instead stayed up too late doing neglected French homework and woke up at 5:45 in the morning for a 7 am flight on Monday. Made it to 10 am class in a daze.

Got out of class to see the tree-sitter being harassed by police, with a big crowd gathering and cheering for either side. Don't even know what he stands for but I don't think the cops should be preventing him from getting water, which they have been for his entire time there (about 2 weeks) since it involves "crossing police lines"--and yesterday they were taking all his shit so he'd come down. He didn't, and it's mostly all up there again... I really don't know what's going on, but it's interesting to watch.

Today had a creatively centered acting class where Mel went all new-agey and talked about porn, among other things. I have decided there is a kabbol of random characters in his head that give him all his crazy ideas. For instance, I ran into him on the way to class today and he told me I was "radiating serenity, confidence, and... balance." I think he is out of his mind. That must be why I love the class. Either that or the sugar he occasionally feeds us is laced with LSD. Also he tells very far-fetched stories and I don't know whether or not he's full of shit but because I like him I'll believe him for now.

After class I whored for CalPIRG. That was tiring, and bad for my self esteem. But after that I chilled with Siavash and he showed me cool things I could do with my camera that I didn't know about. Yay!

Anyway I am neglecting my French again.

How are you?