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Washing sweaters is hard work. I need to work on my speech and pack, both tonight. Ok, good.

I didn't pick up Ray's stuff because his dad was home and I don't particularly want to take chances. I told him I wasn't parking in front of his house--both Mom and Aunt Delia told me be careful.

He needs to talk with Mom. Sometime really soon. His birthday's in 3 weeks. Eep.

So otherwise. Skipped AcaDec, I'll work on my speech on my own tonight. And pack... and finish my laundry. Soggy wool sweaters are so not fun to hold up and try to squeeze the water out of.

I'm so tired. Early bed. At the very least I have all my English done. I need to work on my speech and the lit so I'm prepared for the essay.

The paper looks like it'll be less of a fiasco than I thought it would be. This is heartening. And we have a few anti-tobacco-ad-fillers. Goody.

lookie my lovelie acadekie speechie thingie!!!

( Look at my lovely AcaDec speech! Tremble in fear! I think it's more or less done! )

Lookie!!!! And I'm packed, and more or less ready to go to Carleton (wow, except it was not smart to wash tightly-knit wool mittens two days before I leave; they do not dry quickly), and it should be interesting. I really hope it is.

Interesting stuff: my grandmotehr's high school friend is married to a professor emeritus at Carleton! Mom thinks that I should call and say Hi I'm Alice Fay's granddaughter and I'm thinking about Carleton, but I don't really like randomly calling people, so I don't know if I will.

On my trip with Aunt Delia this summer, she brought some books by I think it was John Polkinghorne. Anyway, they were about science and religion and stuff, since he did physics before he started writing theology. But one of the authors that he quoted that sounded rather interesting was this professor, Ian Barbour. Small world.

Ok. I'm done with my peppermint tea,and I need sleep or to memorize that speech of mine, hopefully so I can get more enthusiastic/fired up/whatever. I can't believe competition is on Saturday. And I hope I can sleep on the plane *and* find time to memorize my speech, and do the whole newspaper thing and college thing. Erp. And study chem. I just want to get past this school year. June. I want June to be here.

And at the same time I don't because even if I have to work and stress and study at least that time is time that I'm around, that I've been given to live. I wouldn't want to skip walking down Helberta/El Redondo in early March and seeing the buds on the mape trees just ready to open, since it only happens so many times that I can see, and it's a gift, just like being around. I guess having so much to do annoys me... maybe I don't want to got to Mudd. I'll wait. And see.


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Oookaaay... just as long as it's not the same one Jamie's married to, I'm fine. Really. ::sobs::