I keep thinking today is Friday. But, sadly, it's not. There are still two more days of classes before the lovely, lovely weekend.

My parents just called. From the freaking Dominican Republic. Lucky. It got really cold here again. I naively thought that since the temperature had reached 70 degrees that it would stay warm here, but I was very wrong. I swear I'm just going to move to Florida or California, with or without a job.

Yesterday in Senior Seminar we critiqued my story, which is always hard. It's difficult to listen to your classmates tear apart something that you've worked a long time on, but in the end it's usually all beneficial. And everyone has to go through it. I always like to read everyone's comments when they hand their copies of my story back to me, with the exception of one person. Let's call her Noreen. Because that's her name. She's about 40 years old, and there have been several occasions where she's almost cried in the middle of class. That's fine, I mean, some people are really emotional. The thing I don't like is that whenever we're critiquing a story, she's so rude about her comments.

One of my english teachers in high school once told us that it takes 17 positive comments about a person's writing to make up for one negative comment. Almost all of us in the class realize this, and when we make negative comments about someone's story, we usually follow it with something good. It's just common courtesy. Not Noreen, though. She has no problem saying that there's no character development, the dialogue sucks, or that there's no plot. The only thing that keeps all of us sane, I think, is that we all realize that when she says something she's usually the only one on her side. So, we kind of listen to her comments, nod politely, and go on with the discussion.

Why do people drive like assholes just because it's raining? I know the road is wet, and it's a tiny bit harder to see, but that doesn't mean you have to drive 55 in the left lane. Here's a tip: when semis are passing you on the right, you're in the WRONG freaking lane. So move.

My parents left for their cruise on Saturday. They're in the Bahamas right now. It's 50 degrees here and it's raining. Sometimes I don't understand why anyone lives in places like this.

We saw Dawn of the Dead yesterday afternoon, which may have explained why I had trouble sleeping last night. I knew the movie was going to be kind of graphic, cause, you know . . . zombies and all. Zombies are messy. But DAMN! It was scary. And if you don't believe me, take a look at this picture. Just make sure you're not, you know, eating when you look at it.

Wow. I feel like crap. Who would have thought drinking wine, then rum, then beer wouldn't end well? Luckily, I'm done with class for the day so I can pretty much sit around for the rest of the night. And do homework, too, of course.

My senior seminar class today was really funny. We were talking about this story one guy wrote about these junior high boys, and two of the boys dare the other boy to take a crap on the girls bathroom floor. So, he does it, of course, because he's both a boy and in junior high. The teacher catches him after he does it and makes him pick the piece of crap up with his bare hands. So, the kid does it, then yells, "You're a real shithead!" and throws the piece of poop at the teacher and it hits him in the face.

You'd have thought we were all in elementary school, rather than seniors in college, because every time someone would say poop or turd or read the best line in the story, when the teacher says, "Holy shit, Morris, did you just take a crap on the floor," we'd all start giggling. Even now, when I think of that line, I want to laugh hysterically. Poop. Hee. I'm 5.

I think it's time to go lie down for a while. Last night was fun, but I'm paying for it today. After the Delt ceremony we went to their house for some wine and cheese. The wine, unfortunately, came out of a box. At some point we came back to our apartment to do a shot of the rum I brought back from Grand Cayman, and then we went back to the Delt house. We stayed there til pretty much everyone had left, and then we went to the bar for about an hour. It was kind of strange because we don't usually go on Wednesdays anymore, and there was a whole different group of people there. On the way back to the house later, I found a lighter sitting on a step and it says "McHurry's" on it. McHurry's is the McMurray's drive thru. I remember I kept saying it was my Holy Grail, whatever the hell that means. I'm such a tool. At the house, I ate chimichangas (chicken chime change! oh wait, no one gets that. Never mind) and I smeared sour cream all over them. Which is very odd, because I never eat sour cream. I thought I didn't like it. Apparently I was wrong. So, I learned something last night. Whoohoo!

Sorry if none of this makes sense. I'm really ADD right now. So I'm gonna go take a nap and maybe later -- oooh, something shiny!

So, we're getting ready to go to the Delt Initiation ceremony, which is followed by a wine and cheese party. The last time our sorority was invited was the fall of my sophomore year and let's just say I couldn't drink wine for a LONG time afterward. I don't think my parents would appreciate hearing the details of that night, so I'm going to leave them out.

I'm so looking forward to this. Mwaahaahaaahaa. Ok, I'm going now.

I just found this website called the Friday Five, and even though it's not Friday I'm going to answer some of the questions anyway. Cause I'm bored and my homework is just not enticing enough.

1. You've just won a complete collection of movies starring one actor - what actor would you pick?

Hmm, this is a tough one. Should I pick an actor I really like who hasn't been many movies that I like, or should I pick an actor who I'm so-so about but who has been in a lot of movies that I really like. I think I'll take the middle road and pick Colin Firth, because I know for a fact I could watch Bridget Jones's Diary and Pride and Prejudice over and over for the rest of my life and never tire of them. Of course, I already own these movies. Ooh, but I almost forgot Love Actually. How could I?

Another choice (I know I'm only supposed to get one, but this is my game so I can make up my own rules) would be Will Ferrell, because Elf? So funny.

2. What was the last movie you saw in a theater?

I saw 50 First Dates with my sister, Stiffie, and Nicole on Friday. I highly recommend it. It's definately one of Adam Sandler's better movies; but more like The Wedding Singer than Billy Madison. I loved the Happy Gilmore and Tommy Boy references, too.

3. What was the last video or DVD that you bought?

I bought School of Rock and Orange County on Saturday. Yay, Jack Black!

4. What movie could you watch over and over again and not get sick of?

Bridget Jones's Diary, which I've already mentioned. In fact, if I remember correctly, when I first bought the movie Liz and I kept it in the DVD player and watched it continuously for about a month.

5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?

On Friday I'm going to family dinner/drinks, which is always a good time. Then we have a party at McMurray's with the Phi Psis. That should be interesting. My friend Stephanie is coming to visit on Saturday and I'm so excited because her 21st birthday was two weeks ago and now I get to celebrate it with her. We'll probably go to McMurray's because American Cherry is playing. Hee.

Ok, I'm done. That was fun. Maybe if I get bored again later (which, let's face it, will probably happen) I'll do some more.

Yikes. I've been trying so hard not to think about graduation. I think I thought that if I just pretended it was still really far away, then the day would never come. I don't really know if I feel ready to graduate. I don't really know what I want to do after graduation. I have different ideas, but nothing that I feel really excited about anymore. I'm tired of the whole "college schedule," and I'm ready to start doing something new, but I just don't know what that something is. Honestly, my dream job would be doing something like this. I'd love to write a column in a newspaper or something like that, as long as I didn't have to be all serious and write about politics and world issues.

Sometimes I want to stay in the Witt bubble forever. I'm not talking about the classes. I'm talking about the friends and the nights at the bar and hanging out at the Gamma Phi house. Everything is so safe here. Nothing too unexpected happens, and if it does there's a huge support system here for you. When I move away, get a real job, my boss isn't going to care that I'm having a bad day and all my friends will be spread around the country. It's going to be hard not being able to just walk across the street, or next door, or even downstairs, and know that there will be someone there to talk to.

I guess everything seems so uncertain right now. Juniors, sophomores, and freshmen are all scheduling their classes for next year. They know they'll be back here, with their friends, and I guess I'm just trying to come to terms with not knowing where I'll be at this time next year.

Well, I think I've depressed myself enough for today. I think I'm gonna go walk across the street, or next door, or downstairs, because I know there's going to be someone there going through the exact same thing I am right now, and hopefully we can repress it, continue living in denial, and pretend that we'll be back here next year and everything will always be this good.

I just found out we're going to watch West Side Story in my Latino Lit class. I'm very excited. I heart that movie. I just hope Stiffie can keep a straight face during the "Tony! Tony! Tony!" parts. Hee.

It's quite cold outside. I saw icicles on one of the buildings. Icicles (which I was spelling icecicles before I got out the dictionary . . . English major, what?) in March are just plain wrong. It's getting to the point where I'm about to start wearing t-shirts and sandals out of spite, even if it's only 30 degrees and my toes start turning blue and falling off.

Since it's so cold, I've been thinking about the beach a lot. I have a free plane ticket from all of our airline mishaps before break and I really want to use it to go somewhere nice, but I'd like to go somewhere I've never gone before. Anyone have any ideas?

Actually, screw flying. Who wants to jump in the car and drive down to Florida right now? We don't need a hotel, we can just sleep on the beach and shower in those little hose thingies they have next to the beach so you can wash the sand and salt off of yourself.

I think this plan makes perfect sense.