8 days

8 days? Like, really? I just got here!

I've been working on the beginnings of my symposium speech. And I say speech because I will be doing talking, with a sliudeshow in the background. Now, the only problem with that is there runs the risk of people only paying attention to the slideshow and not what I have to say. But I think the people that really care will actually listen. Do we give our symposium at graduation? I'll look at my email...

Oh, sounds like symposuim is before graduation. So why does is take so long? Our class is not that big. Oh, I guess all the videos will be shown. Maria, Tenara, Genelle, and Amy B. are doinf my video. They say they have no idea what to do. I have no ideas either.

Well, this week was slow. I did celebrity birthdays, ballots (for the 'Best of Everything' in Atlanta), and rode the bus, train, bus like always. Kevin said we need to get together to talk about what I want to do for my last 8 days. I really haven't thought about it, but I suppose I should shoot for the stars. Interview Anti-Flag for some random feature? That would be my dream. Actually it would be to interview the remaining members of The Clash, and Anna Wintour, Obama (not because I like him but because, hey, he's the Prezzzzz), and I'm sure there's other people--oh like Jemina Pearl--but I can't think of any. My head is foggy today. I'm tired. I think I've just gotten progressively more tired as the weeks go on. BUT it's two weeks until my birthday. I'm asking for money. It'll just go towards prom.

I'm not in the mood to write today. I'm hungry. We're having a birthday party today and they're making marzzetti. (spelling?) Anyways see y'all.

love---micha