24 January 2002 - 4:23 p.m.

Instead of writing essays, I am writing in my diary. Yay.

I am going to talk about my classes for a bit, because that is basically what is engulfing my life (except Slow Kids. I already talk enough about them ... and I'm sure I'll say more later about that). Sight Singing this semester should be renamed "The Class I Detest with a Passion Large Enough to Fuel the Fires of Hell for a Millenium." We are doing atonal dictations and singing. Also, Aaron (aka the greatest TA in the history of the Earth) has been replaced by Matt Van Brink, who seems to be a nice guy, but runs the class like Ear Training with ADD. Theory is the same old wonderful puddle of marvelousness. History is actually a lot more interesting this semester. Professor Urkevich is really ... a nice person. I was a little to critical of her (and of the class) last semester. My linguistics class is amazing. I adore it. I want to dance around all day because it is just the best thing in the entire history of the Earth. I wil gush more about that class as the semester goes on. Just know I am incredibly fascinated by the entire thing. My French class is actually pretty good ... and not so scary. I understand what's going on, and the stuff we're reading is really great.

So, after wading through that mundane description of classes, you all get to read the really interesting stuff of my life! (Not really interesting ... just more interesting than "and today we talked about how the noun classes in Shona are different than that in Swahili")

Carrie's leaving. In case you were wondering, that blows. I am going to miss her a lot. Really a lot. But life goes on, and we shall still be friends, etc. I am not going to type so much more about this now because it makes me incredibly poochy and cranky.

I have a new friend named Jessica. I feel like a 5 year old, saying "I have a new friend," but I do. She's great. She's in history, sight singing, and theory with me. She also knows Mr. Schwartz and Sylvia from Soesterberg this summer.

Now for my token girly angst. I know I have probably discussed this a kerbillion times, but I am really really not so good at boys. I mean it. REALLY. So, a certain boy, who shall remain nameless, likes me. Or says he does (he also, on a fairly regular basis, tells me I'm a b****). And I complain all the time about how perpetually single I am ... and how I would date anyone with a pulse (really anyone who is not under 12 or over 30 which seem to be the two categories the boys who like me fall into). However, when the opportunity arises, I run away. This is not a good character trait. In fact, it sucks. If anyone would like to analyze what is wrong with me, feel free.

Also, I would like to tell you all (the three of you who read this) that Aaron is my hero. Aaron is one of the three of you reading this. He wrote a little character introduction about me for his COM class. It was very sweet (and, in fact, talked about my diary and girly angst ... which is how I know he reads it) and raised my self-esteem to an acceptable level for a day or two.

That is all the randomness I want to write now. I shall try to be more frequent in my updates.

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