March 11, 2003

  • Turned in my Design 10 project, a slide show depicting how commercial products emulate nature.  I didn't even check the pix over, having no projector, but they looked fine held up to the sun.  Only one more final to go, American History, which should be a cinch; I remember most of the stuff from h.s.   It's a mixed blessing I took on the toughest courses frosh year, a time of adjustment for most students; while I jeopardized my GPA with too many C's, I got most of my general requirements out of the way.  Now I can coast along on my favorite subjects and make the Dean's Honor List every quarter.  Eat your cheatin' heart out, Brett!!!!!!  (Don't ask me to explain......)


    Still trying to make the best of HIM not being around.  Even took out my dusty electric guitar and started fiddling around on it up in the attic last night, practicing Hendrix's "Watchtower" and shit.  Brett and his fratties would laugh at me, but gotta begin SOMEWHERE.   It sure would be groovy to start an all-chick band.  Call it Barefoot And Pregnant (BAP!), or something like that.  Chelle could cover the skins and me lead, maybe Elva rhythm.  Elva and I would look great on stage together, Anglo-Hispanic combos being so hot, now.  Too bad I don't have the proper hard raspy bitch voice for rock, nor a musical bone in my body, though I can hold a tune and sing good folk.  Gotta take up SMOKING, I've been told.