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ok, first exam down. one to go.

the sociology course is so huge that they have to put people in different rooms all over the campus to write the exam. this info has been on the course website for a couple of weeks now, and i remember looking at it, but of course i didn't write anything down. so now, the day of the exam, the website is not functioning. i suppose i should be more worried than i actually am. but i figure that there are people freaking out much more than me, and their freaking out will solve the problem. i'll just sit back and wait for it all to fix itself.

but can i say how happy al gore has made me? if only it were that simple. if only it were that real. but after reading al's diary, i dunno, he seems a lot less innocent and noble than i had pegged him to be. i suppose being married to tipper does that to a person.

i didn't tell you about the love letter. i know, i know, i shouldn't feel any shame here, but...i feel too old to be a groupie.

i am thankful for the small things in life that protect me from overwhelming shame and regret. for instance, my nextdoor neighbor in jakarta went off to a boarding school in england. his classmates included the children of brian may and john deacon, the guitarist and bassist of queen. at this point in my life, i was obsessed with queen. i used the music to hang onto an otherwise relentlessly painful life, and i also WASN'T too old to be a groupie.

so, 7th grade me (the same one that wrote and was feeling gems like these) drafted a letter to the surviving members of queen, telling them that they had saved my life, and i felt their pain over the loss of freddie. i loved him, too. keep on rocking, though. i dunno, shit like that.

thankfully (OH HOW THANKFULLY) it never even took its complicated route from my neighbour's hands, to the kid's hands, to the celebrity's hands. i think i wrote it the night before nick was to leave and didn't get it to him on time. or something.

let's hope.