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30 April-- Right before sleep yesterday:

risinglite (6:36:31 AM): oh, goodness, you're waking up, aren't you?
KippyKose11 (6:36:47 AM): yes, yes i am :-)
risinglite (6:36:49 AM): wow, i should really get to sleep
KippyKose11 (6:36:51 AM): are you still up?
KippyKose11 (6:36:55 AM): oh my gosh britt
risinglite (6:36:59 AM): yeah, damn paper
KippyKose11 (6:37:03 AM): you are NUTS! get some sleep!

I'm getting to bed about two hours earlier tonight... but I'm also getting up almost 3 hours earlier than I did this morning, so I can study before my midterm. Why do I put off studying until the very last moment?

Oh, I wanted to wax rhapsodic here about watching the awesome power and beauty of tonight's thunderstorms out the window. (Something else I did instead of studying, which has consequently cut into my sleep time.) But it's much wiser to get to sleep pronto, and see if I can manage 4 hours before caffeinating myself into coherency tomorrow morning to study.


29 April-- 6 AM. Still awake. Still writing paper. Time to give up on the idea that I'll actually go to my 11 AM class. There are more interesting things about today that I bet I could write here, but I don't think I'll do any more writing tonight/this morning than I have to.
28 April-- Dammit. I seem to have fallen a full 5-7 page paper short of my to-do list tonight, despite trying for hours upon hours. I don't know how much of it was the heat, but I've been awful about staying focused. Instead, I've been doing fun things like looking at lists of the most popular names and wondering why Jasmine was the number 10 girls' name in 2001 and Jaden, Caden, and Brayden (none of which I've ever heard before) came in at 57, 79, and 96 for boys. Also, I need to take a poll-- which girl's name is worse/better, Ethel or Bailey?

In other news, I have finally let go of the hope, unrealistic as it always was, that somehow my wisdom teeth could grow in normally and I wouldn't have to have them removed. I have been fully disillusioned by the exquisitely painful sore that has developed inside my mouth where the points rub against it, to the point where the chewing involved in eating Skittles made the task unbearable tonight. I need to get those buggers out. ("Right now!" shouts my mouth. And I tell it that it doesn't know what it's in for, and that we really have to wait.) So that'll be good news for the parents next time I call. "Mom, Dad? So I've decided I'm definitely going to be in Evanston for the summer, so I'll only be visiting home for a week or so. And by the way, while I'm home, I'm going to need to get my wisdom teeth out, so look forward to me being ever-so-pleasant and fun to be around during that time..."


27 April-- Such a beautiful Chicago spring day! It was one of those days where you seem to be magnetically drawn to the lake... and, of course, I followed the call, finding my place in the sun to enjoy the afternoon alongside hundreds of others. I brought a backpackful of work, and was actually pretty productive. And when I did get distracted, it was just a few blissful moments of "Ohhhh, everything is so beautiful, the lake and the sky and the grass and the trees and the sun and Chicago and the children flying their kites and everyone smiling. I want to just sit here and drink it all in! Oh, isn't the world such an amazing place this afternoon?" That's the kind of distraction I can live with. It got me into one of those good moods where simply eating food that hits the spot when you're hungry is something to grin like an idiot about.

That kind of happiness didn't quite last the night out after the sun set and I came home and there were hours more of work ahead, of course. But still, it was really quite wonderful, experiencing once again one of my very favorite things about living here. And I'm really rather excited that I've got a whole summer of sunny Chicago days by the lake ahead of me.


26 April-- Well, that was my most (pick one: pathetic/efficient) alcohol experience ever. Two drinks. Two. Yes, they were a little strong. But the first one got me very tipsy, and drinking the second slowly over a couple hours got me as fucking close (not merely close, of course, but fucking close) to drunk as one gets. I am a ridiculous lightweight.

It is, however, good to note that I was kind of sad going into the evening, and worried what the alcohol would do to my emotions. It managed to cheer me right up, though, and I had lots of fun. Excellent.


25 April-- Weird moment of the day: I'm on the second floor of Harris Hall, where the history department has posted not only course descriptions for next fall, but a tentative course list for the winter and spring, because they are just awesome and on top of things. So I'm looking through the courses, thinking, "Hmm, this looks good in the winter, this one in the spring looks interesting," when it hits me. It doesn't matter how interesting the classes are next spring, because I won't be enrolled at Northwestern. I mean, sure, I'll be sitting in my apartment in Evanston finishing my thesis, and I'm sure I could ask Brodie, "Hey, can I sit in on your class for the hell of it?" But still. In a couple weeks, I'll be making my next-to-last course selections. It's creepy.

How much schoolwork did I get done tonight? No comment.


24 April-- Today was a very interesting day. Better than yesterday.

Oh, where shall I start? I found out that my application to the 2-week Century Institute program, which I assumed had been rejected, is actually being considered in the regular admission pool after being deferred from the early applications. I had another excellent couple hours playing Diplomacy, and although my chances of winning are pretty much shot, I should be able to stay alive for a little while longer, I hope. I heard from some more possible subletters, these wanting 2 bedrooms, and realized that very soon I may be making my final committment to spending the summer in Evanston as well as to having two strangers as roommates.

Oh, and I got invited to join a secret society. Seriously. Okay, I know that perhaps publishing the fact that one's been invited to join a secret society on one's public website is a bit odd. But it doesn't appear to be really secret, considering there's at least some easily accessible information about it online, like here and here. And it's not like I'm giving any details. And, come on. You can't send someone an invitation with silver writing on black paper, saying "Your presence is requested... Come in secret; leave in silence," with a picture of a skull and crossbones, and expect them not to talk about it. That just doesn't happen every day.


23 April-- Dammit. This has just been a really crappy night. I'm exhausted, and I don't want to really talk about it. ASG funding was an incredibly frustrating, disappointing experience. Coney is on the DL, which sucks in and of itself, and also means he won't be in Milwaukee next weekend, which I've been counting down the days for since the beginning of March. I'm falling behind in schoolwork and in work-study. Just, suckiness. I've just got to get to bed and hope tomorrow's better.
22 April-- I was at the library this evening getting more books to read for my thesis proposal, and I happened upon two slices of life from the past. One was a book from around 1960 by a U.S. senator talking about his visit to Latin America and how people in the U.S. need to understand the region better. Among other things, it mentioned how Guatemala was the location of the first Communist takeover in the hemisphere, which was subsequently overthrown by a "revolution" which Communist propaganda still suggests the U.S. was somehow involved in! The other book was a little review of race relations in Evanston in the 1950s. Among other things, it noted that "recently the dorms at Northwestern have been integrated, and even now there are several Negro students residing in Willard Hall." Both of these were written within my parents' lifetimes; these sorts of things which seem to be from so long ago have actually shaped the consciousness of many people still alive and making important decisions today. Just thought that was notable.

Yay for sublet inquiries!


21 April-- Okay, there was no reason for this to become a night where I had to decide between a shower and extra sleep. Don't get me wrong-- sleep is a beautiful thing, and our society is hygiene-obsessed to insist that a shower every single night is absolutely necessary, so the tradeoff is perfectly acceptable. (Although, goodness, it makes taking care of my hair so much easier when I wash it every night.) But the point is, I should've been able to get everything done, shower, and be in bed at a decent hour. But no, of course not.

Other than that, my day was extremely blah. (I shall not go into a lengthy description of watching on TV, of all things, An As-Always Very Special 7th Heaven: Lucy's Wedding, although it was genuinely disturbing and I watched the whole thing.)

Remind me to skip over Mondays whenever possible.


20 April-- When I woke up this morning (well, afternoon) I thought I'd get right to work and finish all my schoolwork first. Then I realized that my schoolwork was going to expand to fill all time available. So I said, "Screw that," and decided to clean my room instead. It took several hours, but my room is now in fact clean. Maybe it doesn't look perfectly tidy to the average person's eyes, but for me, this is quite spic and span. Despite the fact that I don't get bothered by a messy room as much as others do , I still like the feeling of having my room straightened with everything put in its place. (Plus, it led to me doing a laundry, so I also have clean clothes now, which I consider a good thing.)

Since then, I've gotten a good deal of schoolwork done, too. Not quite as much as I should've, but enough not to be kicking myself for it. And I'm in a good mood, because I've gotten an e-mail back from Brodie about my thesis, which is good not only because it proves she's alive and accessible through e-mail and she's confirmed that she's willing to be my thesis advisor, but also because she provided a bunch of good topic suggestions, with authors and books to look into. This week needs to be a big thesis research week for me, before my multiple midterms and papers kick in.


19 April-- Dammit, dammit, dammit.

It's not that I got no work done today. I did accomplish a fair amount. But do you ever have one of those weekends where you look at the schoolwork you need to do and the amount of free time you have, and think, "I ought to be able to get the schoolwork finished on Saturday easily. Then I'll have Sunday to relax a little and do the other stuff, like cleaning my room and doing laundry and doing reading for my thesis proposal"? Yeah, that was this weekend. And I've got at least four or five hours of schoolwork left to do tomorrow-- if I'm efficient-- before I can even think about "extras." Sigh.

The one bright spot in the day, though, has been matzo ball soup. I love matzo ball soup. It's always been one of my favorite parts of Passover. So today, I made myself a great big pot of it, with 16 whole matzo balls, enough to have a delicious lunch and save plenty to heat up for tomorrow. I'm getting hungry now just thinking about it!

I suppose buying our R.E.M. tickets today counts as a bright spot as well, but between the early morning hour (ie, 10 AM), and the fact that I/Ticketmaster somehow screwed up and I bought the wrong tickets and had to spend a half-hour on the phone with customer service getting them canceled but the refund may be too late to get the extra $135 off my statement before the closing date on Tuesday... so yay for R.E.M., but it's hardly unbridled joy.


18 April-- This afternoon I handed over my ledger book and voucher book, signed the transition card at SOFO, and I was free, freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Okay, being Peace Project treasurer wasn't that bad. But it's still rather nice to transition and pass off at least that part of my responsibilities to someone else. Of course, she's new, so I'll want to help her for a while. And we have funding appeals coming up and then taking care of our spring speaker. So somehow I don't think my time committment's going to ease up all that much. But it's kind of liberating to know that I could step back and choose not to do anything with Peace Project if I wanted to, even if I don't plan to take that opportunity.

So, PARC academic chair = over, Peace Project treasurer = over. When's all the free time that's supposed to start opening up going to arrive?


17 April-- I played the first couple rounds of a game of Diplomacy this evening. It was much fun, and-- are you sitting down?-- it actually occured outside of PARC! I'm playing as Turkey, and I am amused by how much people trust me. They should, since my short-term intentions, at least, are honorable, but I'm totally in a position to utterly fuck up Austria-Hungary, Russia, and Italy. All in good time...

On a more serious note, then we went to Take Back the Night. It's just so utterly incredible and powerful. There's something about the fact that so many people are raped and sexually assaulted, how emotionally devastated they are about it, and the fact that they're so often silent-- who around me is suffering? How many people do I know that have been torn apart by this but I've never heard their story? How many victims-- survivors-- of sexual assault do I know? And what, what, what can I do to help?

Hearing about how this is done to women by people they trusted and never thought would do anything like it-- it's frightening. It scares you into wondering whether you can trust anyone, if every man, or at least most, has a rapist hidden inside to emerge when they're drunk or desperate or angry. But we can't give in to that. There were some beautiful things said by guys at the open mic after the march, men who cried because someone they loved had been raped. That's important to remember, as well as to think about the wonderful people that the guys I love are, and to remember that there are guys like them out there everywhere.


16 April-- 40 degrees just feels so much worse coming after two days of 80 degrees, doesn't it?

I've been so busy the last week or so that Passover really snuck up on me, and it wasn't until yesterday that I thought to call Hillel to see about a seder, by which time they of course were full. For some reason, it felt really important for me to be part of a seder tonight. Not for religious reasons, of course, but it's a cultural ritual that I felt like I really wanted to be connected to. Not enough to ask for a placement with a random Jewish family in Evanston, though, despite the whole "any seder is open to any guest" idea.

I went to dinner at Allison instead, poured salt in a cup of water, and proceeded to dip an egg and some lettuce in as my token observance. Then I discovered that there was a seder going on in PARC later in the evening. I ended up getting involved in a discussion with one of my friends and arriving late, and I was surprised how sincerely disappointed I was to miss the whole beginning.

Frankly, I'm suprised how invested I seem to be in this whole thing. Last year I didn't end up observing Passover, since we were in New Mexico for spring break, and when I tried to look for matzah at the grocery stores, the response was, "What's that? I've never heard of it. No, we don't have any." And a seder was obviously out. But this year, I'm all about observing it. It's really not religious at all, for me. But it's ritual. It's something familiar that I've done many times before, something that Jews all over the world are doing at the same time (including my family), something that connects me to the people I'm celebrating it with even if we've never done it together before or even have never met before. It has themes and meaning, like freedom and suffering and joy and the renewal of life. And there's something about the recitation and singing of familiar Hebrew words, too, like the mantras we're learning about in Intro to Hinduism, that isn't really about their meaning but just the way you feel when reciting them. (Okay, not exactly like mantras, but whatever.)

Anyhow, I didn't have as good of a seder as I would've liked, but c'est la vie. I'll go ahead and observe Passover now, with my matzah and macaroons and chocolate seder plate that came in the mail today from my mom. (In the same box with a stuffed Easter bunny and plastic Easter eggs full of candy, of course!) It's just so funny to suddenly feel all Jewish when I almost never think of it most days of the year...


15 April-- Beautiful weather again! After my fiction class met outside (where I kept spacing out, between the weather and the fact that I couldn't hear most of what was being said), I convinced myself that I would have plenty of time to do work-study on Thursday when all my classes were canceled, and I should instead read by the lakefill. I was actually really productive for the hour and a half I spent out there; it was the hour and a half I was supposed to be doing work-study back in my room afterwards that was trouble.

Have finally finished my CIA/Iran paper. It needs revising, but I've got maybe an hour I can spend on it tomorrow (when I should-- you guessed it!-- be doing work study). Now, I should sleep!


14 April-- Absolutely beautiful weather means... sniffles and a cold? Apparently. Unfortunately. And it's not just me, either.

I did get a lot done tonight, although still not as much as I should've. Maybe tomorrow, if I'm as good as I was tonight, I'll get caught up. Of course, I'll have to get that paper written first, which I have a sneaking suspicion will mean that very little other work will possibly be accomplished.

Damn, it's late. My "get to bed by 3" plan is failing utterly and completely. I'm lucky to get to bed by 4:30, which I won't tonight. Sigh. I'm sure sleep deprivation will work wonders for my health.


13 April-- And then, today, I had to get all my schoolwork done. I failed, of course. I really needed to bear down, and I wasted way too much time. At least I did file my taxes online, and was greeted with the good news that $150 will be appearing in my checking account in 10 to 16 days.

Sigh. I have now officially fallen significantly behind. Such fun to look forward to for the rest of the quarter...

(P.S. Hey, America. Yeah, you, the occupying power. Ensuring some basic order and safety for Iraqis-- and protection for artifacts that are thousands of years old-- is your responsibility. Look it up.)


12 April-- Such a fun day-- Alex should have birthdays more often!

After going to the Cubby Bear in Wrigleyville (guy checking ID's at the door, as he looked at Alex and me: "So young... so young..."), we headed into Wrigley for the game. I'm not sure why I forgot all my previous experiences at Wrigley in April and expected it to be anything other than freezing. That aside, it was actually a very good game, pretty close most of the way through, and Kerry Wood pitched terrifically. We were a little frightened when the bullpen came in for the ninth that they'd blow the 4-0 lead, but somehow they managed to save it, finishing what was probably the shortest baseball game I've ever been to, around 2 1/2 hours.

We got back to Evanston and went to Flattop for dinner, which was yummy as always, and I ducked out a little early to try to start the cake and decorate Alex's room, which I of course didn't have time to finish before he got back despite Nick's wonderful assistance in pretty much making the cake himself, so I just locked Alex's door and tried to nonchalantly tell him he should come back in a few minutes. Subtle, huh?

Then, of course, there was much drunken merriment in Nick's room, a little incendiary amusement, and then off to Nevin's, which was definitely an improvement over 1800 Club, although still not the most exciting thing I've ever done (perhaps overpriced alcohol has something to do with my opinions!). But the music was better, and Nick, Shannon, Alex and I did have an excellent time playing darts.

I also finished my $6 Mudslide rather quickly at the end so we could leave and Shannon could catch the shuttle, and ended up lying on my bed too tired to sit up, let alone write this last night when it should've been written. Well, better late than never!


11 April-- Yay for Birthday Alex! After chilling in Nick's room for a while with Joe as well as, intermittently, Kathy, Malavika, Kim, and Jackie, when the clock struck midnight (okay, at 12:30) and it became the 12th, Nick, Scott, Alex, and I headed to 1800 Club. (This was the first time that either Scott or I, as well as Alex, had ever been to a bar.) It was rather lame-- they played about three songs repeatedly, I think, none of which were good-- but definitely an experience, and Alex certainly managed to get drunk. I had a Bacardi Silver, which I somehow expected to be cheaper, but was decent. I did prefer my little Seagram's malt Raspberry Peach cooler, which I had before we left.

Tired. Will refrain from telling delightful story of my indecisiveness in liquor stores and Osco, which led me to waste a full hour. It's not that exciting.


10 April-- The last campus shuttle leaves Ridge and Noyes at 2:47 AM. Just because it is the last shuttle, however, doesn't mean that it doesn't have to show up if it doesn't feel like it. This is the second time-- out of maybe a half-dozen or so-- that there's been no 2:47 shuttle, despite the fact that I've been outside more than five minutes early waiting for it. Last time, I decided to just walk back, but the 15 minute walk in the dark by myself at 3 AM was unsettling enough that I decided never to do it again. This time, I figured there would be no problem finding a ride back, since in the ten minutes I was waiting for the shuttle, four taxis and a bus passed. But after I went back in to borrow some cash from Andrew and came back down to the corner, a tremendous silence fell, and no vehicles at all were passing. I stood in the dark by myself for a while, whistling "Whistle a Happy Tune" into the night until I started to worry that while it might boost my confidence, the whistling would probably do a great job of drawing attention to me from anyone I was trying to be confident about avoiding!

After almost fifteen minutes of this, when a lone guy started walking towards me and I looked around and noticed no one else was in sight, I tensed up and my mind started to race. But instead of making some threatening comment, the guy very nicely asked if I was okay and then called a cab for me on his cell phone. Damn the circumstances that cause me to assume late at night that an entire half of humanity is first and foremost potential rapists, instead of caring and helpful people, like this one was.

Ironically enough, a cab drove by about two minutes later, and I got in and had him take me to PARC. As we drove south, over the radio someone was announcing that there was a person who needed a pickup at Ridge and Noyes, and my driver had to call in to let them know he'd already gotten me. So the phone call had nothing to do with it-- it just happened to be just at that moment that a cab finally came!


9 April-- Sometime in the middle of finals last month, my grandmother called and mentioned she'd be in Chicago one day in April. I made a mental note, and promptly forgot it. So I was rather surprised to find a message on my answering machine last night talking about what time she was getting in today and the name of her hotel. But, of course, I promptly dropped everything ("everything" being the game of Diplomacy-- really, a this is how you play Diplomacy round of Diplomacy-- that I was planning to go to) and hopped on the el to ride all the way out to O'Hare. Dinner was very yummy, and I was roundly interrogated by my grandmother and praised for every little thing I do, which is nice sometimes even if it damages credibility. Salmon is always nice.

Good news: I got an e-mail saying I'd made it past the first round for one of my internship applications and they wanted to conduct a phone interview. Bad news: They're not paying their interns this summer, although their website indicated that they usually do. So I responded and declined politely. It's kind of nice to know, though, that I can make it past the first stage for an internship even if my dad doesn't happen to work in the office. So I shall take this as a positive, even if it's one down, two to go in terms of my internship applications.

Trying not to even think about how much has not been done that should be done...


8 April-- Yeah, I skipped class this morning. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. Okay, that's kind of denying responsibility for my actions... but I was tired! And last Thursday's class was pretty much word-for-word what was in the reading, so I'm hopeful that I didn't miss anything today that I couldn't get out of the book. Regardless, tonight I think I'm going to actually make it to bed in time to get 8 hours sleep. Wish me luck!

After some minor "technical difficulties"-- we worked out a zillion details about our endorsements last night, how did we forget to pick someone to print out the questions?-- the progressive endorsement forum with the presidential candidates (well, and the EVP candidate too) went well, as did the top-secret endorsement deliberation afterwards. Hopefully Thursday will go just as smoothly, and it will all be taken care of. Not that there aren't a ton of other important things to work on this quarter; funding, anyone?

I got three manila envelopes in my mailbox today, which was odd, and also really frustrating because they were crammed into a very small space and it took me five minutes to pull them out. Besides an RCB survey, I got a reprinted copy of my W-2 from the Senate, and a little booklet called "Careers and the Study of Political Science." Careers are good. I should get one.

I have the hiccups right now, which would not be noteworthy except for the fact that I'm resting my laptop on my stomach. So every time I hiccup, it bounces into the air. I need to finish up and get some water and gargle. And then sleep. Goodnight!


7 April-- I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, but it wasn't that little. But I must have woken up at a terrible point in my sleep cycle. I was groggy and nauseous when I first awoke at 10:30, but it didn't dissipate as I headed up to class. To the contrary, I felt exhausted and uncomfortable all the way through class, fading in and out of consciousness as I reclined in an awkward position. When it finally ended, a few minutes early at 12:10, I walked out of LR3 and thought for a moment about the long walk south either to Norris or PARC. Then I collapsed on a nearby couch and slept until the thunder of students leaving class woke me at 12:50. It wasn't until I'd been properly caffeinated at 1:15 that I was finally alert.

This could all have been avoided if Tech had the necessary coffee drinks, of course. Don't Techies need their caffeine like the rest of us? Or are they just so hard-core that all they need is straight coffee, and so vital drinks like mochas are not a priority?

I planned to get to bed early tonight so I could catch up on sleep. Right. Unless I skip class tomorrow, I'll get as little or less sleep than last night. Damn it all...


6 April-- This morning I attended what I believe was the first waffle party of my young life. It was quite yummy, and it was very nice to see Katie, who I don't see enough. Perhaps someday I will host a waffle party.

They did the first round of the housing derby in the basement of PARC. It was really odd not to be taking part in it. It's not like this is any sort of actual finality-- I think signing the lease for our apartment kind of took care of that-- but still, weird. There was definitely a time that I couldn't imagine school at Northwestern being separate from living at PARC.

Snow in April is not cool. Enough, I say, enough!


5 April-- Damn Daylight Savings Time. It really does suck when you're doing a perfectly good job on your of making hours disappear without getting any work done, and then the clock goes ahead and takes away another one. Less work, less sleep. Sigh.

Speaking of things that suck: one big downside of doing your funding petition interview with SAFB on the first day is that you have to wait 11 freaking days to hear their recommendation. I think it went well, but I really don't know at all. Sigh again.

I have too much I need to do tomorrow and too many plans. Back to the schoolwork grind, and I don't like it. But on the bright side, I'm free tomorrow at 9 for the first time in two years...


4 April-- I thought I would never see this day. I thought that David Cone would never have a win number 194. But not only is he pitching again, but he pitched beautifully today for the win. I don't know how it could've been better, except perhaps for him going 6 innings instead of 5. Coney didn't give up a run, and only gave up two pretty weak hits, both to the Expos' pitcher. He had five strikeouts, including one tremendous strikeout of Vladimir Guerrero with the bases loaded. That was my favorite moment of the game-- it was the third inning, the game was scoreless, the count was 2-2 to a tremendous slugger, and the game could have easily become a mess. Instead, he put Guerrero away to end the inning and the threat, not with power but with finesse, the way he pitched the whole game and the way he has the talent to succeed this season.

I was so, so, so glad to have the chance to see this game on TV, not only because Coney's first start was something I've been looking forward to forever, but because of how wonderfully it turned out. Such a happy experience!


3 April-- So tired... today was a day with plenty of frustration and disappointment and unhappiness. But now it's over, and maybe tomorrow will be better.

It of course took hours, but our funding petition is finally done. Now it's time to turn it in, argue it to SAFB, and then likely appeal to ASG. Sigh. Wish us luck.

Okay, cannot think of anything fascinating to add. Good night.


2 April-- While everyone else was seeing either Margaret Cho or Zwan tonight, I was looking at a big blue gummy penis and talking about fertility and hormones and polyurethane and spermicide and, oh, yes, the speculum. If you make an appointment to see the gynecologist at Searle, you have to go to a fun Reproductive Health Education session first, and you can tell them "I'm not asking for the Pill for birth control purposes!" all you want but it won't do any good. It was actually a really interesting experience, though-- like sex ed in high school, but a lot more detailed and informative-- even if only about 5 minutes were at all directly applicable to me at the present time. One of the particularly non-applicable moments was the explanation of the testicular self-exam. "Umm, yeah," said the girl who was doing the session. "Well, guys in our age group are the most at risk, and we don't usually get to tell them about this directly, so spread the word." Consider this my public service announcement, male readers. Lumps = bad.

But, yeah, it was pretty painless. I brought home the little kit they gave me, with its five condoms (one in vanilla!), got the piece of candy out of it, and tucked it away in a desk drawer, as it would seem wasteful to throw them away and presumably I'll find them useful at some point in my life. Now I get to go have the actual gynecological appointment. Such indescribable joy.

In other and completely unrelated news, my sister just got accepted to her first-choice school, Hampshire College. Yay for Shauna!


1 April-- No April Fool's jokes for me!

Many hours of Peace Project work tonight, with more to come Thursday night. I'm behind in my schoolwork already. This can't be a good sign.

Great news that 19-year-old POW Jessica Lynch is safe! Although it's really sad and frightening that 19-year-old kids are on the ground in Iraq risking their lives and fighting and dying-- am I the only one who's disturbed by that? But at least Jessica's one who gets to go home now.

 

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Intellectual Property Rights denounced by Britt Gordon-McKeon, 2002