Date: Friday, October 23, 1998
Time: 4:35 p.m.
Listening to: “Les Miserables” - Toronto *cough* bootleg
Currently obsessing over: Javert (and Rex Smith, who I think would make a *great* Javert! :-)
Currently reading: Drums of Autumn, by Diana Gabaldon - trashy romance at its best! :-)
Currently avoiding: no homework - it’s Friday! But I should be cleaning my room :-)
Out the window: sunny, but *very* windy
Quote of the day: “The worst thing about growing older is it gets harder to find someone famous who at your age still amounted to nothing. My great hope is now Colonel Sanders.” - Prof. Wiebe, Queen’s University English Department


Well, another week has come and gone, and there’s still nothing extremely exciting to report in my life. Did have a great phone conversation with Stacy last night in which we laid out plans to go see Les Mis in Toronto in December, which will be very cool, and in which she played for me snippets of the revamped production of The Scarlet Pimpernel now playing in New York, which were also very cool. I have a dilemma in that I adore Terrence Mann, who played Chauvelin (sp?), but I also adore Rex Smith, who replaced him, so I don’t know whose version of “Falcon in the Dive” I prefer. :-) Ah, if only all of life were only that complicated. :-)
Spent three hours installing ICQ on my computer the other day, and now the damn thing doesn’t seem to work. I managed to chat with Randy for a few minutes, but other than that, I can’t seem to make contact with anyone - I sent out all these messages asking for authorization to add people to my contact list, and when I emailed them yelling at them for not authorizing me they replied that I had never asked them, and furthermore, why hadn’t I authorized them??? (Needless to say, I never got a message asking for authorization!) So, if anyone out there is an ICQ genius and wants to tell me what I’m doing wrong, I love email. :-)
I’m trying to come up with something deep and thought-provoking to write about, but it being Friday afternoon, my mind just isn’t working that way. During the week I’ll often think, oh, that would be a good journal topic, but of course I don’t write it down, and the next thing I know I’m sitting, staring at a blank computer screen without an intelligent thought in my head. I guess I just think too hard. Oh, I will say one thing that annoys me, before I sign off. People who look down on me because I’m an English student. You all know the type. People who say (and yes, this is a direct quote!), “It’s math. *You* wouldn’t understand.” People who feel that my program isn’t as demanding or as worthy as theirs, and claim that I don’t have to work as hard as they do or be as intelligent or as knowledgable. As you may have guessed, I had an encounter like this just this afternoon, so I’m still fuming about it. And on that note, I’m going to go listen to Colm Wilkinson sing “Bring Him Home”, swoon, and clean my room. Probably in that order. :-) Until next time!



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