this entry covers february 4th-5th. My last journal entry was on february 3rd. So I have to catch up here. I have reorganized my site a bit. In order to make things more manageable, I have made my lissacam gallery and my lissajournal page into monthly sections. So when you go to the journal or gallery sections right now, they only show images and entries from this current month, February. However, you can still access last month's stuff through links on the current pages. So, I am now done with that bit of housekeeping.

Yesterday I felt really sick, and ended up simply sleeping for over twenty hours. Not much time in there for an online journal entry, nor not much to convey, other than blah, blah, uck. Very uninteresting.

Today I got my King Arthur exam back, and I got 103 points out of 100. Yeah! Also, he wrote on the bottom of the essays, "This is the best essay you have written in all of our classes together. You did a good job of blending in the various questions." This was also the essay I was least confident about, so this really makes my day. (Reminder: this essay is also online.)

Another good thing: I got the word from the registrar that my application for graduation was approved. I just have to take the Shakespeare class in the Spring, and the Europe trip in the summer, and I am set to graduate in August 2000. I always wanted a 2000 date somewhere on my transcript. (So far I have all even graduation years: 1992, and 1996. Technically I didn't graduate highschool until my junior year in college, since I just left high school my junior year to go to college, and only graduated H.S. when pressure was put on my by the college scholarship people. Anyway, I was basically in the class of 92, though.) I have always had a love for even numbers. However, I have been thinking a lot about how 25 is really a great year. It is a major numerical transition into serious adulthood. Saying, I'm 21, was like--yeah, okay you are a newbie adult. But otherwise you are just a 20 year old in disguise. But with 25, you can't deny it. You are in your mid twenties. Not old, but not immature either.

Here is something I am wistful about:


The Kids in the Hall are in Houston tonight, and I am not going to see them. In my eyes, Clearly Canadian and Kids in the Hall are the only good things about Canada (maybe I will change my mind when I visit Vancouver this summer for a week). This also explains my background sound and image. The background sound is a snipet of a joke from one Kid, "I'm Crushing Your Head." The background image illustrates this process, as I am reacted to my own head being crushed. The Kids in the Hall show is totally sold out, however, they are making a Spinal Tap like documentary out of their tour of the U.S., so I will get to see it eventually anyway. But in celebration of KITHness, I am going to rent Brain Candy. I don't care how silly or bad it is, or how it was a box office disaster--I want my KITH! Speaking of Clearly Canadian--I bought the coolest stuff from the store today. It is Super-Oxygenated (say that five times fast) Waster. It is an oxygen enhanced water beverage. Ingredients: Spring Water, Oxygen. It isn't fruity or bubbly like the other CC drinks are. Nor is it plain like simple Evian (which I also love). It is MEGA water. It tastes clean, comes in cool bottles, and supposedly is healthier for you. Today I am in a totally Canada rules mood.

I was reading in People today about Robert Downey, Jr. and his struggle with drug addiction, and for some reason it reminded me of an experience I had when I was staying in the psych ward of a hospital last year. There was one guy who I think was there for drug addiction. He was very nice and quiet, but fairly uneducated. Anyway, months later when I was out of the hospital, and I was driving down the feeder on the freeway, and there he was--a homeless guy panhandling on the street corner. He looked just the same (dirtier) but in a totally different context. It started me thinking about how being in the mental hospital was probably like a vacation for him--food, bed, warmth on a daily basis. And it got me thinking about what he did to get in the psych ward (he was also in the intensive psych ward with me). Probably it was a suicide attempt, but I had to wonder, whatever he did, how much of it was because he wanted to escape his life, however he could. But of course, the money runs out, and they send him out on the streets again. I wanted to stop and say something to him (he was far away enough I couldn't just hand him some money). However, I really didn't know what to say, or how to help him. We were peers in the mental wards--but not on the street.

Anyway, go get your head crushed. It's fun!

02/05/00 08:47:21 PM