Hello, Diary.

This week was pretty special because at three different times I felt that my life mirrored a character from a movie. Let me elaborate.

Monday: I sort of felt like Lester Burnham, mainly because I hate my little life here at school and I really don't care about schoolwork anymore. The catalyst for this was this awful Media Theory class I am currently taking. The class is taught in generalizations, and I have literally not learned anything in there except how to bullshit and pretend that I like Mother Jones magazine. So ever since the beginning of this week I've been very negative, and if you go to Western Michigan University there is a good chance I have called you an asshole in my head as we've passed by each other.

Wednesday: I am very delusional. Let me get that out there. On Wednesday my French teacher asked me if I would like to save some money and work the ticket counter at the French play that came to campus this weekend. I was happy she thought of me, because I really didn't want to spend eight dollars on a play in a language I hate lately. But as I was walking home from school I started thinking that maybe my working the ticket booth was a ploy; maybe the French faculty here at WMU wanted to have a special reception for me before the play since they know I am graduating in December. I don't know, maybe they wanted to have a little fish and goose soiree before the play, you know, to send me off with a little class. Paging Max Fischer.

Friday: So yesterday I attended a lecture from this guy who works in D.C. It was all blah blah blah foreign languages get you so far in life. I only went for extra credit. Anyway it was held in the Honors College here on campus. The building is clean, beautiful, and was actually carpeted. I guess the smart kids don't take kindly to the shitholes us normals have to deal with. Anyway, I got there early and sort of spied on a group of students in one of the tastefully decorated lounges. Their conversation was lively, and I felt very much like Tom Ripley.

Happy Halloween, everyone! I spent all day writing a paper about how Orson Welles supposedly inspired Jean-Luc Godard. Mainly, I chose the topic because I have Breathless and Citizen Kane in my collection already and didn't want to have to bother going to the video store. Lazy sped strikes again.

More later.

XOXOXOXO

J.

I'm on myspace now! I totally hate it, and before I joined I had all of my friend's profiles listed in a folder called "myspace losers." But I gave in to the pressure. Holla at your girl!