I’m trying to breathe, but it seems to get harder and harder. I have cut most of my hair off, and gotten new glasses to try and stem the flow of time….but I don’t think it’s going to work (shock shock) By the way, as soon as the pictures are developed, I’ll put some on my page. The only picture is currently in the guestbook, and it just doesn’t look like me. Of course, I think there was a curse put on me long ago that decreed I would never ever be photogenic. Oh well.

This is going to drive me nuts. Did I mention I turn twenty-five in three days? Would you like to know what my birthday means to me? I didn’t think so…but let me tell you anyway.

It means I will never be called a genius again. I’m certainly not an overachiever anymore. I can’t be a prodigy, a trophy bride, or special. I am just me. Whatever I’ve done, it’s now expected. I’ve created the bell curve of my life and from now until the day I die I will be judged by it.

Other than that, my life is going great. I did a…well…I don’t know what you’d call it….but my house is a lot nicer to be in now. It’s more peaceful. Protected, you might say. I get paid on Friday and will not have spent one dime of the money that I put aside to save for college this fall.

I have to call Valparaiso and schedule an appointment with the counselor to discuss what classes I’m going to take. I really think I may take classes toward getting a Theology degree. I think that would be pretty appropriate for me. I certainly am thinking twice about getting a degree in English. Do you know how much Shakespeare I’d have to wade through for that? I mean, come on! I like Hamlet, really I do…I like a few of his plays…but (note the plural) classes filled with him? I think not.

Of course if they don’t let me get a Theology degree (who knows what the requirements are) I may well have to suck it up and take The History of Shakespeare and The Men who Really Wrote that Drivel (feel free to send me email telling me what an idiot I am for not wanting to study Shakespeare)

Kathy seems to be doing fine. She has approximately five dollars to last until Friday. Very sad, that. I don’t know what to do about it. I mean, parking at the Ravinia tonight is five dollars alone. I have no problem with paying for it, but what’s she gonna do about food until Friday? And what’s she going to do about the Dick’s Last Resort Jimmy Buffett party on Thursday night???? I mean, is she planning on drinking water??? Whatever, I guess I’ll just hang around and see what happens.

Jennifer

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