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I just finished Breakfast of Champions, and I figured, since my Vonnegut book count was up to 4, I should give Slaughterhouse-Five another shot.  I tried and failed to read it a few years back and thought it was slow to get started and too boring to commit my time to.  That was before I had read any Vonnegut at all, and I think it's good that I have now read four of his other books before re-reading it.  I started it last night and will finish it tonight.  Still not my favorite Vonnegut by far, that title being awarded to God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater.  But I am certainly seeing its merit.

I wish Thesis would post my damn grades.  I just wanna know how I did this semester!  What's strange is that I think I already know...because I think it has my GPA listed, just not my grades.  Weird.

At the end of our lives, when we're all old and grey,
let's build two bicycles built for space.
I'll fasten the wheels on backwards,
yes, maybe then you'll agree,
They'll shoot back up to the first of our lives
We will survive, we will survive, we will survive.

Dreams are such strange things, and produce such interesting phrases.  That was sung to me in a dream I just had.

So I found a grey zip sweater/hoodie on my floor tonight.  My question is not so much who it bleongs to.  But who's been in my room while I'm not?  It's not Liz's.  It's not mine.  It's not Meghan's.  Who'z been in my roooomz, putting hoodiez on my floorz?

I'm pretty obsessed with Missy Elliott these days.  Her music is so hot.

Quotes from a ride in the car with my family tonight (on the way to see Meet The Robinsons) --

Dad -- Did the pod people have some sort of identifying mark on them to let people know that they were pod people?
Mom -- No, that's how we, I mean, they tricked so many people.

Me -- Hey, kitty in our yard...uh...eating grass.
MR -- That's the crazy cat that lives in the sewer with the raccoon.  They play chess together down there.  Not really, but that is the crazy cat that lives in the sewer with the raccoon.  We often see him emerge looking very disgruntled.

Me -- Hey Dad, if the AC is on, could it...not be?
Dad -- But what will we breathe?!

Pageant hair officially terrifies me.

And I woah have "Hotel California" stuck in my head.  And no clue why.  These are things to think about on a Saturday night at home.

Purrr.

I think getting the room at Rojo might be more expensive than I'm ok with making my parents pay...any suggestions?

I'm almost a senior.  Woa damn.

This year has ruled.

I went to lunch today with my parents.  They gave me a bunch of Walker Evans books, which rocks, because I need to start my research pretty soon for my presentation on April 30th.

Speaking of April...I'm trying to make reservations at Rojo for Thursday April 19th for birthday stuff.  So yeah, keep that date in mind (once I know for sure)...and pass the word along.  I don't want to reserve a room unless there are gonna be enough people to warrant a room.  And I want enough people to warrant a room!

So in other random news, my parents want to get everything out of the storage space that they have right now...it's like, 100 dollars a month, so wanting to get everything out totally makes sense.  And I asked them about the piano that's in storage right now.  I don't know how my family does it, but it's like pianos are magnetically attracted to us.  We have three grand pianos.  It's a bit out of control.  And they were thinking about putting it in the basement, which I think would be a disservice.  So I suggested that we find room for it in the apartment.  And if we do in fact find room for it (which I think shouldn't be a problem, since it's a pretty big apartment, I'd like whoever wants to play it to please feel free.  It needs to be played and loved.

Yo, yo, yo, it's Onna Sweatman's 21st birthday, yo!!

I say we do what we do.

Give Onna a big hug and tell her how much you love her, she deserves it!

If we never make it back to California
I want you to know I love you.

Spring Break! WOOOH!

pretty much a blast all the way around.  couldn't have asked for more.

it was again, a week of firsts.  and really, shouldn't every week be that way?

I'm really pumped about being with my family right now.  I miss them alot when I'm not a short drive away. 

You can't help but find yourself on the side of a mountain, on a class 4 rapid, in the middle of a natural water-fall, on the edge of the world.  You feel as though you're about to fall, but that's what makes you hold on tighter than ever.

No, you ain't got no soul-power.

I have an apartment!

I just had a crazy dream...that the campus was covered in suds.  Yes, soap suds.  It was like a suds blizzard.  I'm talking covering everything and everywhere.  You couldn't walk anywhere without getting coated.  Weird.

And Dr. Slagter stole all of Meghan's money.  And caf card.

I lurve my sister.  And my other sister.

I need to study.  I have a Modernism test tomorrow.  Eeeee!  I think it's gonna be ok.  I'm already really familiar with these artists.  I just need to memorize and review notes.  And read the chapters.  Since I really just skimmed them.  I'll be ok.  I'll be studying alot tonight though.

I really love exploring.  And thinking at any moment I might see something crazy and possibly dangerous.  Ensley at 6:00 in the morning is pretty breathtaking.  Who knew.

my face hurts.  real bad.