And so what have I been doing, besides freaking out over my World Drama class (which is incidentally my only English class and yet at the same time the one I like least. And I want to be an English major. I think it's just a problem of the professor's teaching style though. I still loves my words good)?

I went to karaeoke with Ali (and met her friend Calypsobard, who, like Ali, is a most excellent singer) and embarrassed myself because everyone there, excepting me, was awesome. =P I sang 'The Middle' (Jimmy Eat World) 'Possession' (Sarah McLachlan) and 'Kryptonite' (3 Doors Down), with Ali as backup on the first and last ones, because I was nervous. -_- It was fun though. I want to do it again. Surely my presence raises the self-esteem of everyone else there ('At least I'm not THAT off-key..'). I have also had dinner with the Ali and the Laris, and it was good. Being away from my dorm room whenever roomie has a guy in there is always good. Especially when I'm away with Larith and Ali.

And... last night I went to a fraternity party. Just to see what it was like. It sucked, a lot. I would like to know how a bunch of drunk, sweaty people in close quarters, half-dancing to lame music (think Britney Spears) in a room lit only by a strobe light (the strobe light was the best part...) is considered a happening party. Because almost the whole of Rhodes campus was trying to go, and kids were standing in huge groups waiting for the one or two buses to pick them up. My group gave up and we just drove to downtown Memphis and walked from the parking lot to Beale Street. It was the first time I'd ever been on Beale (we avoided getting carded because we went 'round the back, to the Old Daisy Theater...right across from the New Daisy), and it wasn't all that impressive. I guess I'll like it better when I'm older and don't think 90 percent of alcohol tastes awful.

Inside was much jostling and drunkenness. Beer was spilled on my feet a few times, I couldn't breathe without inhaling smoke, and nearly everybody was drunk or getting there. I didn't understand why all the girls I knew had gone wearing their cutest clothes and their makeup when it was too damn dark to see anybody in there (I wore no makeup, a white t-shirt and jean shorts that want washing).

Roomie's boy also smokes clove cigarettes and likes JTHM. When I saw him puffing on the clove I said 'How goth.' I'll never understand the mystique of smoking. Then again, I can barely breathe anyway, so it's not a huge surprise that I hate smoke...


BUT... on that night, I got to talk to Twolle on the phone!! :D :D It was great :D :D I am going to call her again. :D I have phone cards y'all, so just IM me your phone number or something if you want me to call you and say hullo. Cos I will.

Gee, I haven't been writing much lately, have I? Well, not so much as normal, anyway. I think I read somewhere (if it was you, say so, because my memory is horrible), someone saying that the more they do, the less they blog, and the less they do, the more they blog.

Those who warned of college sucking up your life were right, since it has. Some of it is very, very good (like getting to spend more time with Ali and Laris, who I love), some of it is blah (like my job), some of it sucks (like my World Drama class and my roommate). It's too late now for me to try to get out of World Drama, but part of me doesn't really want to. It's like eating spinach or something. It's gross, but it prevents cancer.

I'm just not really into writing about plays in terms of ologies and isms and etics. To me, what makes a great story is some sense of sympathy or feeling for the narrative, and more specifically, the characters in it. And while the plays we read ARE good on that level, I don't particularly like critiquing them on why they are or are not subverting the patriarchy or the class system or why they are or are not in accordance with the principles of Athenian humanism. Not that learning about ologies and isms isn't interesting, because it is, I just think it's really boring to have to sit and struggle through every line of a play looking for a meaning that I half-bet wasn't even intended in the first place.

Right now I just hope I can force enough interest to pass. But I think that will require me doing the unthinkable and actually calling him at home this weekend (he did encourage this, but calling a teacher at their house? This is a terrifying prospect to me, having spent my life in schools where teachers were like distant authority figures to be fled from at every opportunity, for the most part). I'm trying to work up the courage. Whenever I call people it's always in the middle of their dinner or something else important.

Many updates to Karma Slave. Including a lame new page. :B;

Now for the rest of Kurai... I want to make a new layout for it... but as usual I don't know what to do. Alas. (earwax)

Arrgh, I want to see the tenth Witch Hunter Robin episode~ It's just starting to get interesting! Amon, I love you, but you are a punk. I love you too Robin. You just stay the way you are. n_n

Lord, I am beat like a dusty rug.

And if an RCC doesn't come over here to certify my computer TODAY or TOMORROW, I will be most displeased.