Ack!
Another incredibly long week ahead of me. I have several hundred pages of reading to do, two projects to type up, an OV staff editorial meeting, an early-morning photo shoot in Lorane on Friday, and still have to make time to stand in line for MX Reloaded on Thursday [note on that: I think I'll walk over to Gateway when I get home at 4 and read History while I wait in line for 3 hours... heh heh]. But I think I can do it. If I can just make it to Saturday and through more photographing on Saturday then I'll be in the clear. Almost. Then I'll only have a 7-page paper, an oral examination, a chapter test, two finals and a portfolio to worry about. Ack!

I'm feeling refreshed today, despite getting to bed around 2 AM. Justin called me from Seattle (my weekend was more "secret single time" wasted with a million obligations) to tell me he was leaving around 9PM. Well, crap, so much for going to bed early. It gave me some time to get done most of the things on my list and go over to Alex's house to wish him a happy birthday and give him his presents. I left for Corvallis around midnight and got there about 5 minutes before Justin and Dave arrived. Turns out, Justin stayed in Seattle for so late after practice because he was injured, had to get stitches, and wanted to chill out for a while before making the drive home. He told me that, in the first five minutes of Knights practice, John Moore thrust the tip of his blunted sword through Justin's thick, leather cowhide gloves and into his hand. Only three stitches, but enough to traumatize me the rest of the night. : (

Last night I dreamt that I went abroad and my "host family" was a 24 year-old, single, independently-wealthy, english-speaking Japanese man who owned a penthouse in downtown Tokyo. "Why are you my host family? How did you even get approved?" I asked him but I didn't really care. He was hott. And he was loaded. I think I felt preeeety lucky.