i should seriously ask my anthropolgy teacher out on a date or somethin' i can't walk into the room without hearing hot for teacher by van halen. and my soc teacher is so goofy but i like the guy a lot. he can't be much more than 2 or 3 years older than me. today in that class, anna and me were arguing with this ultraconservative, some 40 somethin' lady in my class. only today, instead of our team shouting marx and hers shouting functionalism, today we spat blood about the patriot act. she kept yelling out nonsensical points that she was obviously ill-informed about, and the prof was disagreeing with her in the politest of ways. she made a couple valid points, but even a clock is right two times a day. i had a good time though because that is actually a topic i know quite a bit about and i felt my arguments were clear, to the point, and reasonably well supported. it's cool because the prof. is on my side. he's helping me with my scholarship. in other news, i sport-fucked my astronomy exam. well, i think anyway. i either did pretty damn well or i'm just completely disillusioned. we'll see i guess.

this semester needs to end.

coachella is in like two and a half weeks. a few things haven't quite worked out in that department. the van idea is completely out the window. hell, driving is completely out the window because i have a soc exam the thursday before that weekend. gabe may still drive with the gals but trevor and i are going to fly out of chicago friday night to LAX…and somehow get from there to Indio. maybe we can hitch hike. we'll probably have to rent a car. anyway, the trip is going to be a lot less hectic this way, even though i'm a little disappointed that i won't get to drive across the states again. maybe at the end of the summer. first things first. stupid finals are the week after coachella. damn school.

anyone who lives far away from michigan: know of any good-paying summer jobs in your area? preferably somewhere warm, ex: san diego, tampa/st. pete, atlanta…all you southern fools? let me know, i need out.

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