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Alright. One last entry then I'm going to sleep.

1) See my time stamped entry about Wonderfalls?

I was reading my Advocate (just shut up) and it had an article! The amazing thing is that I liked it BEFORE I read about it in Advocate. Now I REALLY like it. It's directed by the guy that kissed his boyfriend at the Emmys AND he directed Malcolm in the Middle. The other guy (I think this is right) did Star Trek. They call it the "love child of Donnie Darko and Amelie" I LOVE THOSE MOVIES! It's perfect. The main character is bitchy and depressed.

2) For Indigo Girls obsessed Julie. There's an article about them.

3) To further impress upon me my complete and utter lack of Showtime there was a feature article about Hal Sparks (Michael, he was on the cover). AND an article on the L Word. ARG! I. WANT. SHOWTIME!

now I'm going to check my email one last pitiful time then I'm going to sleep. Maybe. If I can't find a fic. I'll give myself 2 minutes to find one. Then I might actually go to bed.

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I just spent an hour looking at DePaul info online. There is a very nice site (I don't remember the name) that allows you to email current students and alumni. I emailed every single one and asked, delicatly of course, if DePaul is a party school. I WANT a party school. They have a little section that asks the age old question "How do I get in?" the answers ranged from a pompous ass saying "I had a 4.0 and 37 on the ACT. And wonderful me barely got in" to a more honest, refreshingly blunt, upstanding individual saying simply, "Anyone can get in." I like that. I MUST GO. This is an obsession. I don't give up obsessions lightly. Or at all for that matter. Although there was that dreadful incident with yellow and smiley faces in sixth grade...I got over that one quickly. I BELONG out of Oklahoma. Chicago calls. Did I tell everyone about my discovery during AP US History? Chicago= chica go. I'm a girl and it's a portent. I WILL SHALL MUST WILL GO!

What if our teachers read our livejournals...can't you just picture them hunched over thier computers and loud cackle every now and then as they take off grade points for missing commas. WELL. I'M SORRY! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE COMMAS. I JUST SPRINKLE THEM THROUGH. Is there anything WRONG with that???

Who(M?) am I kidding. They're never going to let anyone who can't use commas into DePaul.

I won't use commas. I'll use short sentences. Instead. Oops.

I need to find out thier essay question. I'll start working on it now.

HOMEWORK.
three overdue sections of chemistry
one overdue chem test (over above unlearned material)
two sections Algebra II
two chapters AP US
one document based question
one personal narriative
six chapters in the new english book (Fitzgerald?)
one quiz over future perfect tense in Spanish
one french thingy that I can't remember

The moral of this? Who the fuck cares. I'm doomed.

And let's not forget. A POTENTIALLY HUMILIATING master dance class on Monday for two hours taught by Bill fucking Evans. Ms. Dyer-Joyce or whatever your name is. If you're reading this. I hate you. If you're not. I hate you. I HATE DANCE!

[almost faints=remembers that briel does NOT FAINT=passes out instead]

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One last thing.

I had another dream involving a black gun with a silver Nazi symbol on the side. In the dream I was not disturbed by this. Interpertations?

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I got an email back from one of the students I emailed. Hyderi and King. Hyderi and King. He's the King. Hyderi and King. URG! MUST GO!



My mother is sitting on my bed seriously asking me if I plan to become an assassin. She's been reading a book called "The New Predator: Women who Kill" apparently I fit the symptoms. She's asking me what I fantasize about. I doubt she wants to know. Scratch that. I KNOW she wants to know. But I'm not going to. This info shall not be relayed to any parents or any of her friends.j