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Wednesday, October 10, 2001
 
So I've gotten through yet another birthday. Twenty one, and not a drop to drink. My sister told me I should have gone out and done something partyish, but I had to proctor lab for an hour tonight... Well, I could have gotten out of that, too, but why bother? I *like* proctoring. Ehh. People keep asking how my birthday was.

I was up at quarter of six this morning. I didn't actually get out of bed until six thirty to go and start reading the philosophies of Thales, Anaximander (I *love* this name), Parmenides, Protagorus and others. I spent about two and a half hours consuming dry text. *sigh* I took the midterm at nine and was done all too quickly because I didn't really know what I was doing on the last question I needed to do. That was ok, though. I decided that I was just happy it was done with. I got myself a celebratory chai and headed back home.

All day people have been saying such nice things to me. My friend Chrissy told me she really liked my earrings (dressing up for special occasions is fun!). My friend Sarah replied that everything I wear is really fabulous. I was bowled over. Chrissy asked if Sarah thought I was achieving the look Sarah wanted. Sarah replied that it doesn't look like I'm trying for a look, I just have good taste. Hot damn. People are so nice to me.

Today my friend, Jared, came up to me and told me that his mother said I played fabulously in yesterday's concert. I've gotten a bunch of people tell me I played well. I dunno anymore. I obviously am no kind of judge, it seems. I shouldn't be surprised by this. I'll delay my final opinion until I've heard the recording.
I've been exhausted all day. I think soon I'll fall over again. Why don't I have time anymore? *sigh*


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