The orchestra is going to Maastricht! Ever since September 11, its been on the verge of cancellation. Quite a few people have pulled out and Medusa still "isn't comfortable with it," but the option is still there.

Made it through the math test yesterday, but don't yet dare delude myself into thinking it went well. Also calculated that I can get as low as a 50% on the midterm and still pass for the semester. If I don't pull past a fifty, then there's no hope for me.

If anyone feels particularly bored this Saturday, go watch Its Academic and see Ivy's school get creamed. Look for the blue-haired boy, the neo-Nazi, and the toad; that is, Owen, Jacob, and Kurt; or, in Yvispeak, Warren, Shane, and Curt. If I'm bored, I might even watch my own school get creamed.

The one act is still a few minutes too long, but its really coming together. Still, the idea of Shakespeare Unbound on speed is rather frightening.

Fell asleep yesterday evening and woke up to the sound of someone cursing, someone yelling, someone crying, and someone retching into a trash can. Heavens, I love this house...

Time to huddle in a corner with John Donne and my English folder. Adieu.