Iowa City was grand, just grand. It was the first time I'd flown all by myself. I'm such a big girl now. O'Hare wasn't so scary. I rode the fun little train between terminals. Greg's family was very nice and a lot of fun. I had a good time hanging out with the two best men as well as two girls from McGill, Christine and Hillary. My bridesmaid dress turned out to be STRAPLESS but disaster was averted thanks to the best man sewing some straps on for me, as well as me stuffing myself with food before the wedding in order to fill up the dress. I watched a lot of TV and went to bed really early every night. What's up with the Hallmark channel? That's got to be some of the most nauseating programming ever. We went out to a bar once (sort of), watched The Aviator, went bowling and played pool. I was a flippin' shark that day. I should have played for money, that's how rockin' I was. British people are funny. They don't understand American coins. Oh yeah, and the wedding was lovely. I barely spent any time with Greg, he was busy with his wife or something. I'm still trying to get my photos off my stupid camera.
School-wise, I've gotten almost all my midterms back. I've identified my competition and I've got him in my crosshairs. He's going down. It's really too bad he's so nice. Went to a couple shows recently: my arch enemy played at El Mocambo so I decided to check him out in the live performance environment (Wren City Churches, they were ok), and Sara's rockstar boyfriend was at the Horseshoe Tavern Friday night. At one point I managed to get myself into a conversation with Sara's mom and Dave's mom. It wasn't really something I expected to happen at a rawk show. I was watching the live sound guys, trying to apply my knowledge and learn something from them. It's still pretty confusing.
You know you can count on updates when I've got an assignment due. And the probability of me posting a journal is proportional to the number of assignments due.
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