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11/18/2002 entry: "Uh, well.."

So I sort of said I'd write later, and here's later, and I really have to go to bed soon.

I don't really know what I'd say anyhow. I'm trying to think of something to say.

Breakdown? Ok.

Friday: Non-stop rollercoaster ride of fun, including lots of class and lots of Kevin.
Saturday: Continuation of ride, plus going home for a whole new class of rollercoaster involving me sitting awkwardly at my keyboard trying to write music someone else's way. Hm.

Then, there was the drinking. That was cool, I got to try some stuff I'd never had. The Strawberry Daiquiri wine coolers my mom bought were good. Mm. Didn't get drunk, no hangover. I am a champ. Haha. Either I drink slower than other people, or it just takes more of it to get me drunk. Not to say I wasn't at all affected. My body felt most of it. But I could still walk fine.

Sunday: After a painful night of sleeping on the floor, I awoke, my mom made us breakfast (so nice) and we went to Best Buy and Dunkin Donuts. I got 3 super-great CDs... Depeche Mode, Singles 81-85, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs EP and Le Tigre: Remix. Yes. Fantastic.

I also have been listening to Elvis Costello since Saturday and I must say, he's permanently fixed in my head. Good stuff.

Mhm. Fun weekend. Not a whole lot of homework done, though I've gotten a couple things done in the past couple hours. I have a quiz tomorrow morning. Yuck. But I usually do well on them. She pulls the questions right from questions in the book, all you have to do is memorize them. Or at least be familiar with them. It's a piece of cake.

Well, here's to 10th week. It's almost over, folks. Yessss winter break. Fun shit. Christmas is coming. Sara's birthday is coming. I actually have a job this winter term. Fantastic.

It's not so hard to be positive when you have someone adorable to stare at. That sounds kind of shallow.. well, I didn't mean it that way. Let me add on to that... someone adorable and amazing. Yeah.

Oh, and me and Sara are going to be independent film makers. Haha. We also have to go to some open mic poetry thing somewhere that's not here (I forget where). So, we plan on killing two birds with one stone and making an independent film about our trip there. Oh, and another one about Sara's dad. Because he would make such an awesome subject. He's fucking hilarious, to be honest. Sometimes a little scary, given he's tall and just plain intimidating, but funny too. We could get him to do some stand up comedy for us. Rocknroll.

The title of the film about our trip will be called, "SWIFT KICK IN THE ASS: The Rachel and Sara story". Or, something to that effect. But we will go. And we will videotape it. Or, figure out something else to videotape. I'll give Sara a role to act out the entire time. Create a basic plot for her to go off of. It'll be great, really.

I have too many interests for my own good.