anne is raving about ikissyou, a website that circulated thru brynmawr last year while swatties were pissing themselves laughing over that allyourbase thing (remember that?) apparently "he was huge! he was on dave leno!" sez anne. i'm near-giddy. too much stress and repressing strong emotions, i guess.
trying to pick classes for next semester: topics in american cinema's a must, but unfortunately it means i can't take 20th russian history; either intro ed (pre req for the much-desired SOAN 039B: Conforming to NonConformity: How to Be a Leftist at Swat) or race ethnicity and public policy for african-americans; discourse analysis; women society politics. tentatively.
seeing Donnie Darko tonite. before that, must write yet another synopsis/outline, this one for film class (interaction between audience and performer in bergman's Persona). yeah. no depressing stuff; i'm just not feeling it right now.
... also, meant to mention: anne and i had decided to think up a Project, some kind of activity-alternative to the mad clubbing and bacchinalean excesses that consume our waking hours (read: going home and spending far too much time online). she had an idea today to make an underground guide to copenhagen. you could take the pictures, she said. (my heart jumped through my shirt like an yapping dog; i hurriedly tucked it back in.) we could write blurbs, make it all zine-like. krissy also expressed interest. while the mp3 anne'd found of ikissyou set to techno music blared in the background, we nodded solemnly. sunday we start. ooh! *squeal, clap hands* project.
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