Okay.

So.

Remember how I'm going to MIT?  It gets awesomer and awesomer.  I'll tell the story of my Not-Leatherman-Knife later today.  Once I'm back from Lucy.

BUT.

MIT: Betsy, Kendra, my new gayboy friend hopefully (I THINK so) who will TOTALLY SING OUT TONIGHT WITH ME AND DANCES IN LVB WITH ME, Kate, Kimberly, bunches of awesome new people.
Boston:  Andrew, loverly people.
Wellesley: Anjali and now KATIE AS WELL WHOOOOOOT.

It's like all my favorite old people (with the exception of Lizbeth) AND cool new ones AND even more I don't know yet! *DAAAAAAANCES*

MIT? IS MY LIFE.

DANCE PARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

The above is copyright to yours truly, April 5, 2008.

lotsa stuff to say, but it can wait until I'm not, as previously stated, mostly bloodless.

I gots my LG-chan back. *Cuddles*

And Saundra? I worship you. And officially claim presidency of the Nine Houses fanclub. *Squees at it!*

And... it's so MUCH, there's too much information and I need to add more, add the colour of magic and the world, and it's all happening so fast when the glass shatters, and the sun is so bright, and then...

And then.

Good night for now.

*Sigh* So.  One of those... days.  *Sigh* I'm waiting for a call from Princeton. Or the local Princeton alumna.  *Gloomy* And I haven't worked.  *Sigh* I need some new icons...

Also, due to... something, which I will discuss later, more privately, and in far greater detail, I've been feeling broken/unhappy/weepy/betrayed all day.  And worthless. I mean, part of the latter is due to my failage. But seriously, the rest of it? TOTALLY not deserved and unfounded, and I KNOW THIS. But... *Sighs* Fuck it. People are shit. I forget why I try again.

LizGib said that "Mary Sues are the literary equivalent of a bad acid trip." I love her.

I'm thinking about making a separate journal for All Things Writing.  To be friended if you're interested. And I don't mean just posting stories or pieces--'cause honestly that ain't happenin' any time soon, unless it's extra/ontheside--but for my rambles on it.  Locked and stuff. I may use my old LJ that I had for about three days when I was too immature to keep up with one.  I dunno.  I'm just feeling this desperate need to separate my life and my writing.  Maybe 'cause last time I DIDN'T and look at my mental state now.

Part of this is PMS.  I know this. Doesn't make it less shit.

Another month and ten days. Argh.

I hate this week.  Just... for the record.  It's out to kill me.  *Sighs*

What I never posted, though, was that my Dad did something HILARIOUS the other night. So we watched P2 of P&P2 (look, I'm making visual puns!) and when Darcy said "You must allow me to tell you how much I admire and... love you," Dad SPAZZED. And then ORDERED me to go get the DVD so he could see the rest of it THAT NIGHT. AND SKIPPED WORKING FOR IT.  HAH, my father lurves JA.  Anyway, so then in the 4/6th part Caroline Bingley, AKA the Orange Duck Bitch, is insulting Elizabeth and being evil. "...Her teeth are tolerable, I suppose, but nothing out of the common way.  And as for her eyes, which I have sometimes heard called fine, I could never perceive anything extraordinary in them.  And in her air there is a self-sufficiency without fashion which I find intolerable." (I didn't need to look that up.)

And my father, during the break between that and the next line of the rant ("How amazed we all were..."), all but yells at the TV screen, "Well, at least she doesn't have a nose like yours!"

Yes, people. Give it up for the math nerd genius father, who bitch-slapped Caroline Bingley. (What's more amazing is... my father actling like a PERSON?!)

Anyway.  *Sighs* I'm just... very tired, very sad, and sort of want to go cry.  Dammit, I'm such an idiot.  and I hate it and I hate being me. (wonder if mum'd let me skip out on school tomorrow morning... and kantorei... i'd be legitimately sick, i'm so tired and i need the time...) Literally, 'snot even about the sleep anymore. I'm just... gods, I'm just so tired.  I just want it all to STOP.

And I really, really want to cry.

(As per my English honors project for this semester, I have three words: God is dead. If you don't know what that means I'm doing, then look it up.  In any event, my teacher--that would be Doc, AKA God--thinks the subject suits me. *Smirk*)

Meme below ganked from julyflame.  Whoot for me. EDIT: So apparently being optimistic about humanity's ability to better the human condition makes me less an athiest? WTF is up with that? Seriously, ah, NO wtf. The only reason I believe THAT is because if something's wrong, it's people's fault.  What's the quote? "It's in ourselves to rise or fall." Except I believe it a lot LESS on an individual scale--as come on, oppression can combat a LOT of will power--but very deeply on a species-wide scale.  Uh. I'm a bloody Atheist. Just 'cause I have deep set morals doesn't make me any less athiest. Savvy? Good.

I think a little bit of my faith in human kind has been restored.

Now if only my headache would go away. 

So I spent four hours yesterday talking to Christiane, my neighbor, about the conflict between science and religion and how they're not compatible but can coexist.  The problem is that her definition of religion isn't religion, it's mostly just a moral compass--also known as philosophy.  And philosophy and science go hand in hand, which is why for her they're compatible.  Science seeks to explain the rational, philosophy the irrational by putting it in rational terms--religion implies A) institutions that have problems inherent in them and B) a certain irrational explanation of the rational which is simply unacceptable.  For another, I would not say that science "disproves" god.  Science is all about experimental, reproduceable data.  I would rather say that because there is no proof, no experiment that anyone can perform that can give the same result, that there can be no "proof" with lack of evidence, and so with lack of evidence it is not rational and thus necessarily not convincing.

We talked about this for, again, about four hours.  Five, maybe, even.  She's a mystic.  But... the thing is that she also has the need for an afterlife and such.  And... this made me start thinking about something later, and how I'll deal with it again--and I completely understand now, due to a talk with mom about this new play Eurydice and this discussion and reading philosophy, exactly where a view is coming from.  And the odd thing is? My main character shares fewer of my beliefs than my second most important character.  And he... is comprehensible to me.  It's odd.  But... it's a lot about death and the nature of death and stuff.  And makes me want to go read More or Soul Music for a while.  Or Thief of Time, but I'm gonna lend that to Christiane.

I need to shower.  God, I'm pondering the secrets of life and death and my thought is "I need a shower and clean clothes."  WTF.

...I wonder when Alex was gonna get that fabric softener.  I kinda need to do my wash today.  Or possibly tomorrow--I think I could last that long.

I don't want to do my homework.  I just want to play with my legos. And finally write, as I got distracted from it yesterday by discussions of philosophy.

I shouldn't go to the show tonight--but I'll try.  I need a break.

Also, I may have a Remy.  So I really need to get to Outside Inn again 'cause I've got two new characters. *Pats 'em*

Remy of Ratatouille and thinking about ROUSes. Heh.

I still have no plot.

But number one: a desire for normality/fear of the unknown vs. willingness to face the unknown/rejection of the norm; number two: rejection of religion and spiritual for the material.

Numbers three through... most of it has no real point at all at the moment.  Second to last, of course, on love and obsession.  One of them is, seemingly, about arrogance--or so I'm told, I don't know myself.  Last is about the nature of death in a rejection of the Christian view--interesting that Mort and Ysabelle's decision not to continue immortal existence is, in fact, exactly that.

Don't like middle things without a point.  Bothers me.

No, brain, no major revision allowed.  No restructuring.  Mostly 'cause nothing would work anymore.  Grrh.

My head dislikes this.

EDIT: This song is a great young Chris song.  I really must make fanmixes.  But, like... for different ages they all differ.  Young Chris, young adult, grown (theme song of Standing and... one of the father-son songs, I can't recall which) (also What About Everything for one of them).  Ickle!Tyrone (Dancing Through Life theme), teenage (Theme song Shine), pre-success/pre-moving-in (theme songs One Song Glory/Halloween?/Green and Grey/might), then with Nate pre-resolution (When You Come Back Down? Out of the Woods?), adult/father-hood life (Beautiful Boy/the various Adam and Tony songs about being a father), then... uh, kinda post-Nate (Which can be lumped into the first a bit, but which is seperate in my mind).  Yeah.  Um.  It's weird, how all of those have different ones... but... they're just all very specific. I need to start making lists of this and work on that damn picture so I can make a proper Chris!pic.

Fanmixes make life easier.

EDIT: I think I like Carbon Leaf. Some nice songs. There'll be a lot in my mixes.

Oh lord.

I'm so behind in everything it's not funny.  Not in the least.  Just... urgh.  I'll... try to take care of it tonight, I guess... *Head? Desk*  I need to make myself write.

I also need to get myself this awesome kickass bag in the Columbia book store, assuming it can fit my laptop and notebooks. Because I really don't want to use my messenger bag which kinda sucks for every day use really, plus it's ugly, and I need a proper side-bag thing.  And my purse isn't big enough for a notebook or my laptop.

Okay.

Let's start at the very beginning.

...Oh dear god in heaven.  When my head starts playing Sound of Music I have had way too little sleep.

EDIT: It occurs to me I should LJcut this, but I'm too lazy--if anyone would like it, though, just ask and you will receive.

So there's no Katiefriend here, I think--but Emily is awesome.  But I'm getting out of order.  So... we got here really early, and I was all checked in like two hours early.  And I found out my RA, Kensi--awesome cute girl--goes to AU.  So as soon as my parents were gone and I could explain... I asked her if she happened to know a girl named Jen from Boston.  And Kensi (who's real name is Kensington, this cracked me up 'cause it made me think of Barmy Fotheringay-Phipps) was just like "...Bzuh?  You mean Jen?!  She was my RA!"  Me: "...WHA?! *Minisquee!*"

So Kensi's a little consternated and has no idea how this happened, is a little scared of me I think, and is all around awesome.  Although I still know more about the city and where everything is than she does.

Then one of the girls in my suite is in my physics class.  Girl from France, actually.  Victoire.  She's nice enough. *Shrug*

So... basically I was totally disillusioned with my suite early on.  Lotsa popular girl types here.  Urgh.  Not in my physics class--just one who makes me completely jealous. *Sigh*

Okay.  So... first day, nothing really happened.  Except that we talked about the rules, and the one rule missing is any rule about guys in your room/sex.  Let me rephrase that.  When Rachel (girl in my suite) came in, she was like "Uh... Kensi told me there were condoms in the cupboard..."  And we were all like "WHA?!" And went to look.  And it was funny because the girls were like "What, there's an extra-large size?" And... yeah.  Uh. It was weird and awkward.  But basically? The camp has rules about dangerous substances--drugs, alcohol--but not... certain things.  Not cigarettes, 'cause they're legal and there's nothing they can really do.  And not sex.  Because 500 17/18 year old boys and girls? In New York City?  ....Yeah.  Do the math. So they're just making sure we've got protection.

Kinda hilarious.

Oh, met this guy Daniel--from the poetry class, I think--and... he's... not bad?  But a little weird and self-centered and stupid. And not at all cute. But he's been hitting on me. Luckily I know how to avoid him. *Beam*

So... went to bed.  Had to get up at six fucking o clock the first day for breakfast at 715.  Horrible.  Had my first class.... and... uh... I may be the smartest/most able person in there.  There's one exception, this Asian boy (typical), but... I sitll kind of beat out the rest of them.  Particularly at math and stuff.  Yeah.  My prof is amazing--and he uses pretty colours on the board. It made me happy. He moves pretty fast, though.

So, first class--went out and bought note book, pad of paper, and lab book in the break, and then had first lab.  It was okay--a little boring--and we were the last to finish, so I got to chat with him. The fact that I read the summer books he recommended really impressed him. *Beamity*

So... then I hung around doing nothing, then went to dinner.  Ran into Daniel--wish I hadn't now--and... then when he left I was sitting quietly by myself.  And this tall guy I didn't recognize goes "Hey, d'you mind if I sit here?" Me: "...Uh, no, not at all! *Cheery peppy girl*"

So.  Alex is... over six three now.  Still growing, damn him.  Kinda cute, really funny and smart.  Liberal, and from California.  And a fantastic guitarist.  He has a Stradicaster.  A Stradicaster.  And a completely personalized... dammit, I don't remember exactly what it's called, but it's custom made and stuff. And acoustics and... gah.  And he's in my physics class. And... we started chatting, and argued about politics and capitalism, and then talked about anything and everything.  (If anyone has any music by Muse, give it to me.)  And... this was like... for two hours.  Literally.  Or more.  We went in at 10pm.  And sat out on the steps and chatted in the mean time.  And... I wish I knew how to make something of this, but I don't and I'm really scared that he's A) kinda scared of me now or B) completely uninterested, despite the fact that I really am prettier than this other girl or C) just... not interested, and it seemed like it.  I mean... yeah.  And I don't want to come on too strong, but... I want to hang out with him anyway, just 'cause he's an awesome guy and I like my guy friends.

*Sigh* Ugh.  Complicated life.

Oh, also, had a chat with Rita and Christiane from my suite.  Rita's Asian and in the chem class--she's awesome.  I thought Christiane would be boring, she seems like your average prep popular girl, but... she's actually really cool in many ways.  And really sarcastic and funny.  We had a long talk. It was fun.

So then yesterday I went and did my homework at the last minute, except the graph which was good 'cause the prof had gotten the equation wrong anyway.  And then I had class again, it was mostly the same (so fun but boring subject wise).  And I sat next to Emily and Jocelyn on her other side, and neither of them know any calculus.  End result? I've started tutoring them.  Victoire as necessary, too.  Literally, I'm trying to teach them all of calculus in a couple days.  Chatted with Alex a little--he did come up and have a short chat with me for no reason that... was really comforting, and... *Sigh* I dunno. It's confusing.  Anyway, he also was talking to this other girl who... dresses in a short skirt and y'know, tank tops, and has something of a figure unlike me, and so... I'm panicky about that, 'cause he's honest enough that I know he'd notice.  Silly boy.  (Especially since quite frankly I think I am prettier. Certainly I have better hair. *Sulk* Yes, I've been worrying about this. When you have a Californian rock star possibly noticing you and convinced you're the smartest person in the world, you notice these things a little.)

So... yeah.  Second lab, even more boring than the first--and my TA, despite being a string theory student and a student of Brian Greene's was so boring it was painful.  *Sigh* Really too bad.

So we were done like an hour early, I went and hung around, talked to Alex very briefly... think I screwed it up, but then he was alone at dinner and I wished I could go over, but then I was talking to Emily.  She's awesome too--and put up with my ramblings about writing and fantasy and magic and stuff.  *Sighs* So I have to post, I really do (dammit, don't want to now...)

Anyway.  So then last night.  *Giggles* Emily went back to her room with about five minutes to spare before curfew, and so I was like "Okay, bed now, I think..." and then went to the bathroom and saw the note on the mirror about a suite meeting. Said meeting went on until like 1:30 AM.  It was surprisingly fun.  Kensi really wins at life.  There was a cockroach in the kitchen, so poor Kensi couldn't sleep with it and sat there for like an hour plus waiting for the damn thing to come back out so she could kill it.  She finally did.  Hee. The celebration was hilarious.  And then we talked--we had to have the awkward sex talk about the condoms, and we teased her about her not-really-boyfriend (guy who clearly likes her, but he's not her type).  And talked about boys and the cute RAs.  And I sat around and actually practiced my mandolin.  I can actually almost play the chords to Into the West now (maybe I can perform it...) and I can almost play House Carpenter! *Beams!* I'm gonna have to either find a guitarist to play with me, or rework the guitar part for mandolin, though, if I want to perform that here.  (I'm planning for Open Mic night, as you can see.)

So... that's my life at the moment.

*Deep breath*

I'm going down to Greenwich Village this morning to get to a pastry shop, and a chocolate shop, maybe take a poke around--then back up to Columbus Circle and Whole Foods for milk and other such necessities of life.  And then wandering around New York--maybe posting if I bring my laptop and grab wireless or go back to my room. *Sighs*

Yeah.  Fireworks tonight in Riverside Park.  I dunno if I really want to go, but I should.  And Alex may be there.  Maybe I can talk to him about going to see Ratatouille this weekend.

You know that fuzzy feeling inside?

The mild yellow, fluffy just-out-of-the-dryer-warm blanket kind you get when you know you've actually got a friend? Someone who shares your ideas, has some other ones, shares your passions and talents?

Yeah.

That one.

Maybe I'll get through the next year in tact.

Hmm. Mental note: Ask Bettis if she wants to sing a duet.  Be nice to do, if we could just find a good, notoverworked one (unfortunately eliminating For Good, but oh well).

Just maybe.

Well.

I dropped math.

My math teacher agreed with me that it was the right thing to do.  But I'm always welcome to, y'know, drop in on them. *Smiles* I think I love him.  And he's not so scary anymore.  Now I just have to tell my dad. 

EDIT that goes here: I think colleges got my SAT scores or something.  I got mail from Brown (x2), Columbia (x2), Texas A&M (ew), Washington and Lee, Drexel, Middlebury College, Northeastern, University of Delaware, University of Miami (WTF), and Emory.  ...Some damn good schools in there.  My parents will be so proud...

And hopefully less than 24 hours before SAT scores get to /me/.... 

I talked to James--one of the theater group officers--for a while today.  And yesterday, oddly.  We talked about House.  Seemingly no one else will talk House with him, but I always will so... yay. Kind of a new friend now.  It makes me feel warm inside.

But... 'cause it's That Day, I keep thinking... I wish I had someone.  And James? Isn't all that cute, he's skinny and beanpole-ish looking, blond hair, blue eyes.  And really nice.  Also an indy film guy, president of the film club, good politics... and likable. I could, hypothetically, like him.  However, I will never go there. A) He's just kinda the friend type. B) ....Okay, this is the hitch.  He's six two or six three. A foot and a half taller than me. And while I like tall guys, they should first be less skinny and more... muscular, and secondly.... just.... no.  I'm not dating someone THAT much taller than me.  Not that I'll really be able to avoid /over/ a foot, but not going that far.  Just no.  You should know why. If you don't, there's a reason, but... those of you who should know, know.

And... weirdly, almost all my friends are guys.  James, Alex, Shay, and still kinda Evan, when we talk, and somewhat Austin too.  And... Evan, Alex, and James are kinda... potential ask-out-later.  Dunno. Evan's cute and smaller (Jewish blood, but atheist thank GOD), and Alex is Alex--love that boy.  Yeah.  I've got things on my mind given that today is That Day.

In other news, the guy playing Pippin is also our choir president, meaning he conducts us for a song. This led to A) plotbunny that will never be written like the rest of them, and B) awwing at him.

I also checked out Lords and Ladies (it's a Discworld book) and am loving it, mostly 'cause it's clearly spoofing A Midsummer Night's Dream, which I have reason to be fond of.  GO PUCK WHOOT.  Also checked out Ender's Game and Ender's Shadow--right there with the beanpolish tall people, eh?

And...

The next, again, if you don't know, just don't ask, but... something happened today that made me really happy. /Happy/ and warm inside.  And... yeah. It needs acknowledgement.  But first, the history: the theater group--the core group, those with 100+ hours--got sweatshirts last year, in good, traditional techie black.  But they were declared out-of-uniform and not wearable because stupid Lower School parents wanted us to "follow rules" and the Upper School had voted on "grey and red" sweatshirts when black is A) a school colour, and B) one of the allowed sweater colours, and C) the colour of the first school sweatshirt ever.  But, suffice to say, we finally picked a new sweatshirt under duress and ordered them.

The uniform-ish-ly legal theater sweatshirts? Came in today. And they're this dark, lovely grey called charcoal heather, and mine's too big in the fluffy warm way.

Call me crazy, but... it feels like a Valentine's Day gift to make me feel better when I need it.

So... thanks.

Well.

I'm in England.

I've been in England for... let's see... 31 hours or so. And wow. It was all just so amazing, really. English keyboards are different from American ones. So far it's not so bad, really, but quotation marks are in odd places. But it's all fine. Anyway.

First a story. A Christmas story. I call it "The story of Schmuel." When I was at the airport, there was this group from First Baptist Church (uh oh) going to Peru (poor Peruvians). And so I went to the bathroom and one of three girls in there says, "Is lead dangerous?" (Bad enough, I know, but it gets worse. Or better.)#

Me, while washing hands: "Yes. Very. Lead poisoning can kill you." (Insert startled looks from the other two girls.) "Women in the Renaissance used to use it to powder their faces white and all died of lead poisoning." (After a moment, having seen in the mirror that they looked stupified.) "They used to put it in paints, too; kids and infants would be brought into hospitals with lead poisoning." And so they all look really nervous, and I just rolled my eyes a bit. Then, as I'm drying my hands, I hear the following:

"See, my pencil slipped and I accidentally stabbed myself..."

Yes. They thought that it was actually, really and truly lead. That pencil lead was elemental lead. So, cue me again. "Actually, that won't hurt you because that's not lead. That's graphite; pure carbon." (After some very weird looks.) "Same stuff as in in diamonds."

"...Oh." (As I turn and head for the door, they start talking again behind me.) "Oh, look at my hair..."

And that is the latest from Ridiculing Idiots Central.

So. On the plane I sat next to this lovely girl and her father. (Note to self: put her email on my contacts list.) Anyway, we had just great, great fun talking, and they made sure I got to where I needed to go, we talked, I saw House for the first time (Nice show, isn't it?) and so on and so forth. Really a nice business all together. So I had a nice nine hours on the plane. And then! THEN! I got to the airport, and there were the kids, and the first four I didn't much like. The other two girls I disliked also. (One of them is... unlikeable. Fat cow, in my opinion.) And there was this other girl who turned up who was fairly boring. But!!! *SQUEES MUCHLY*

So, I was wearing my Defy Gravity shirt, and for a reason. *smirk* Best way to identify fellow 'heads. Wear a shirt. So basically the plan was: if they ask 'bout Wicked, ask what other shows they like, and... *beams* It worked. So well. *happybouncie* So about half an hour into being in England I had a new friend. She's in zoology and Greek history classes (major and minor, in that order). And she's like literally on the other side of Jesus College from me room wise (basically about two minutes walk, really). BUT!

Katie's a Renthead. And she loves Wicked. And she is a member of The Loser's Club (we're planning to make official membership cards). And she crocheted herself a Mark scarf! (Yes, that is the level of Rent-loserliness.) And she's liberal, lives in NC, and... just... *SQUEES SO MUCH* She's also sitting right behind me. *laugh* Anyway.

So, we sat next to each other on this almost interminable bus ride, talked about so so much, and... wow. So we're just hangin' out now. And I observed that it took about five minutes of a full group mingle for the cliques to start to form.

I also met Jesse, a Renthead in my Drama class, so she's pretty cool. I have this awesome single room. It is unfortunately on the fourth floor. Getting bags up there was hell. But now it's really quite nice. Got a little balcony, a nice desk, and my own bathroom. OH! And Katie has a piano in her room which I am totally stealing to play on in exchange for my shower, which is far nicer than hers is. My room is also totally space efficient. Bed kind of doubles as a couch and has storage space, the closets are stylish and stuff, and... wow. The bathroom is this weird material on the floor, with a drain like in the center of the room and a corner with curtains for the shower. Literally, there is no showerspace, just a showerhead. There's weird things and stuff, too, but it's all good.

Oh, and my damn credit card isn't working quite right.

The photojournalism teachers asked me if I was taking their class, because I had my camera. I told them no, obviously, as I'm not. But they were impressed I had it. Neither of them are actually pro journalists or photographers. One's actually an astrophysics student here at Cambridge. How funky is that? My Drama teacher is absolutely amazing. Unfortunately, there's this French girl in my class who is... very nice, really very nice, but she doesn't entirely understand the language, and so it was hard for her to understand some of the games and stuff. Made it hard it hard to play. But she's nice.

And now the little problem I'm having. My minor class is Philosophy of Science. Nice teacher, and it looks... interesting? But not... what I want to do. The guy who gave me the tour of the campus and city (my group, that is) yesterday is a teacher, from Houston, in fact. And... he's the creative writing teacher. The class my parents didn't sign me up for because they wanted me to take the other. (This would be Dad yesterday on the phone: "You have to tell me everything you learn in it, okay?" They were about a thousand times more excited about that course than I was. Grrh.) So, basic story is this:

I'm changing courses today. I'm finding someone after this speaker and requesting a change. Or tonight, after dinner, as I have to meet with this girl from my Drama class about these sonnets we have to perform tomorrow. I got "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day," thankfully. She seemed to think the assignment we got was hard (taking the sonnet and, with a partner, acting it out). Idiot. Anyway, I have to make the change ASAP. Because otherwise he'd take it really, really personally. And I feel bad, as there are six people in the course, but... I don't want to do it. I had a voicemail from my dad in that disappointed tone that pisses you off more than your parents yelling at you telling me to let him know how the change over went. *mutterglowerglare* I didn't want to do it in the first place. They expect me to be happy and sit around and do it?

God. It's my bloody summer vacation. They have influence over every other part of my life. Let me at least have my own courses, dammit.

So I'm changing to Creative Writing. *nods firmly*

Two quick personal notes:
Heather: note the entry for you above and respond. They have payphones.
Aubrey: *GLARES AT* Check your email and abide by its contents or feel the wrath of the Lee.

I'll be online as I can.